So no work out. The uneasy fatigue of Saturday has blossomed into a spectacular array of nastiness. Upset stomach, sore throat, chills and fever. Hurrah! So, bed as much as possible until further notice for me.
The main reason I am even posting is because eight days ago I had a conversation with my dear sister in law Renae, of this very blog. She was lamenting having children to get in the way of her exercising. I said, well, doesn't the illustrious Timpani of this very blog live not so far from you? Could you possibly work something out with her? I'm sure she would appreciate some kid-free work out time as well. You could perhaps swap babysitting, or become work out buddies like Elise and I, or something. To which Renae replied that she was way to much of a wimp to ask. So, I gave her a week to pluck up the courage to call Timpani, and I have heard nothing of it, so I assume she wussed out. So, what say you Timp? No is a perfectly acceptable riposte. However, I refuse to be the go-between any longer, so you will have to direct all further negotiations directly to Renae. If you are missing her phone number, you have but to ask, and I will graciously supply you with it, via email.
Your welcome, Renae.
The Almighty Liz, AKA The Merciful Mediary.