Listens: John Wesley Harding, "Cupid and Psycho"

this gym stuff works!

I'd been noticing that my thighs are firmer than they were, oh, say, a few months, even a few weeks ago. It doesn't seem like I'm losing weight though (I won't say what it is, but no one ever believes that it's as high as it is, because more of it is muscle, and my proportions are odd), and my shape isn't really changing yet, but I'm getting healthier, my endurance is improving, my posture's better... all that stuff they promise you -- and with only an hour or so a day. Next come some changes in diet, to lose a bit of excess flesh. I can see the muscles beneath some areas of flab, and want to reveal them more.

However, while I'm marvelling about my own changes, I'm also seeing them in Soren. He's sprawled, half-asleep, on the couch right now, being an amazingly pale, almost glowing curved shape against the black and orange futon cover, and I was suddenly struck by the visible muscles in his back and side. I put my hand on his ribcage, just above his waist, to feel his warmth, his breathing, and the smoothness of his skin, and to enjoy the contrast of his smooth pale shape and the tawniness of my hand, and the bones of my fingers. Then he stretched, and I could see the muscles lengthening and defining themselves beneath his skin.

(And truth: I nearly pounced on him. But I think I'll let him wake up in his own time, and perhaps have a cup of coffee, then pounce. I can wait. Some)