"I get kinda worn out myself," she admits. "Physically, I mean." She worries about how much longer she'll be able to pick up her girls, for example, with the joint pain she's in. They're getting big, fast.

"Oh my gosh," she chirps, hands fluttering up into the air, sounding, for once, like a bit of a girly-girl. "Who is he? Tell me all about him!" This is all made somewhat ridiculous by the dark suit and the stovepipe hat.

((No rush! Rest well! :) ))