That's from Pogo, if there are any other underground fans out there.
This is one of the few times I wish I Twittered. I need someone to help me separate from this comfortable couch next to this cozy fire and go upstairs and do some working out. My husband is away, sniff, and I am Holding Down The Fort, working on my NaNoWriMo book (23,700 words! As someone said once, "That's not writing. That's typing.") Gravity suggests I should stay down here with a cup of tea but I have the example of certain bloggers (you know who you are) raising the bar on all of us. Foo.
Let's see if I can get up there and do it.