Deena, it's creepier when you consider that I'm also an endorphin junkie (besides theatre, I also danced for seven years); my workouts, until about a year ago, were 45 minutes a day intensive, five days a week minimum. I have the weightbench and the whole nine yards.

Five minutes now, if I'm lucky. Nic just found me 2-pound strap-on weights, because I can't close my hands and hold on to my normal weights anymore.

Goodness. I can't imagine it. I've always been sedentary and regret that very much now that I'm creeping up on 40. I've always been powerful though. Now, NSM.

Oh Deb, that must be so hard for you. My father has a disease called familial cerebellur (sp?) ataxia which has slowly eaten away at his motor skills. It was tough enough watching him go through that since he's always been really active, and he had much more time time to get used to it than it sounds like you've had.

I'm still toned, but it's a battle. I'm 49 in a couple of months and the metabolism doesn't do what it did.

Here's Nic, so I can shove a burger down his throat, take my meds, and fall down.

Night, sweeties. bestest dreams.

night Deb, thank you again.

deb, nice Darla writing. I never get her right.

I'm working on the Klinger mpreg-- it's too good an idea to be missed-- but Fay's thing about Xander/Andrew is also appealing, so I'm splitting the energy. Not always a good plan. Plus the little bits of MASH stuff that keep eating me.

Deena, may I read the finished story too, please? I'd like to see it again.

Remind me about the Xander/Andrew? Please?

We've been discussing it in the Bitch thread. I think I've got Am writing it! Yeah! Go me!

I am so far behind in Bitches. 800 posts and counting.

wrod. I've just resigned myself to being Skippy McSkimmerson. The Xander/Andrew conversation is here .