As I roam the capitol lately, people keep commenting that I've gotten a bit pudgy. I suppose that's true, but I am wounded nonetheless. I happen to think I'm quite beautiful, even with a bit of extra baggage around the middle.
I do keep thinking I should get out more and get some more exercise. I do nap a lot. But the siren call of the red fleecy blanket is strong, perhaps stronger than I can resist.