April 29th 2012 - a very rainy Sunday

It's been one long week. The usual big bang on Monday with, glad to say, less than the usual nausea, but more than the usual tiredness. Combined with being a socially busy girl, I just didn't have the stamina to do a whole lot more than lie in bed in my 'free' time.
It seems to be the convention to tell someone not to strain, but between that and doing nothing is a world of sloth and potential harm to ones inner beings - the heart, lungs, muscles etc. I know that people mean well when they tell me that "walking is just as good as running", but watching my nearly 87-year-old Dad float through life in the healthiest way, I am not persuaded.
Last week, Dad played his usual 3 games of tennis. He will bashfully and modestly tell you that 'its only doubles these days'!!  Which of us could even hit a tennis ball, never mind play a game of it? Three games?? That night, sitting at his kitchen table, he managed to fall and break a rack of ribs. Why and how is still a mystery, but the doctor who examined him said that he is in 'brilliant shape'. How much more important when looking at feeding oneself with ratpoison, chopping out bits and pieces of highly relevant flesh (under the influence of even more poison), and then a 6-week daily dose of microwaving oneself.. than to be fit and in good shape????
So, this week, I can hardly stand up at times and running has been out. Boo Hoo. Hope next week is better.
I watched a movie via Netflix: Death at a Funeral. I am usually a big fan of foreign, especially British cinema, but this was horrible: a series of gags, something between Benny Hill and a soap opera. Don't bother.
Going stir crazy with house arrest, I tried to arrange a w/e for the boss and myself in Sarasota. It didn't work out, so as a consolation, we planned a trip to South Beach this morning. In celebration, the skies clouded over big time and, sure enough, the rain came down in buckets, non stop.  Our car swam the hour's journey in zero visibility. The rain didn't let up after we arrived, so we went for a big Cuban breakfast and then, the weather did change - it got worse. Despite a huge umbrella, we got damper and damper and I got grouchier and grouchier, so it was clearly time to call off the whole thing.
Like the 3 little piggies, we are home again. Jiggity Jig. Old slippers on the foetsies, Reuven deep in an armchair and deeper into the basketball. Jimmi happy as a sandboy to see us. Is that the sun I see coming out?