Sunday: Wanted to take the day off, but by 4:30 pm my body was primed to pump it up. Luckily, by that time I had already been playing with my kids for a half hour and there was no way they'd let me leave their warm, cuddly presences for the cold iron in the garage. So, semi-enforced rest day, with a coup de grâce of wine, cheeses, and sausages for dinner, in synchronicity with Sid's posting on French women. I believe I'm now properly prepped for an excellent set of clanging weight elevating later today.