Back to the gym for the first time in a year, I see that I should have brought my headphones to hear the television on my treadmill. Without them, I try to read lips on a sitcom rerun. I discern by expressions and body language that the oldest teen daughter is giving the father trouble as they eat their cereal in the kitchen, but not understanding anything I focus on the magnets on their fridge and wonder how long it took the prop staff to gather what must be a hundred different ones just so the kitchen can looked lived-in.