I'm ADHD, and that's no secret. Consequently, when I'm interpreting, my hands can become a blur if I'm not monitoring my speed. My two teamers last week teased me about how lasers appeared to be shooting out of my fingers. Angie (the one who helped me with the Puppy Bellies Six) decided to call it my "Deanergy." I kinda like it. Maybe I'll start an interpreters' clothing line with that name. The duds will be in all dark, solid colors, noiseless, and they'll be breathable enough to wick away any sweat caused by furious hand flapping.