It’s 11:00. Past my bedtime.
I still have 11 minutes of exercise to do today. I’m trying to cram it all in at the last minute. My legs are so pissed off at me right now.
I’m sure Jen can get you the address to send flowers to when I kick it. Yippee.
ADDENDUM: I closed the exercise ring with 26 minutes to spare, and I lived to tell the tale.