Pragmatist
Pragmatist

I finally made it to the gym.  The water aerobics are from 9am to 10am.  The exercises seem simple, but I lasted only a half hour, with some rest periods in between.  Now I know I'd better have my inhaler with me, because at one point I was feeling quite breathless.

The water is supposed to be 82 degrees, but I don't think it was.  Other women were observing that the water didn't seem the right temperature.  I finally had to quit because the cold was making my knees ache.  Went and sat in the hot pool, and oh! how good that was!

I need to find some swim shoes.  I know there's a name for what I'm looking for, but swim shoes is what they are.  The tiles are wet and slippery, and my balance isn't all that reliable.  The bottom of the pool is scratchy, too, and that irritates my tender feet.

Oh, I'm so delicate you know.

I also forgot to take a lock to lock the locker.  How's that for alliteration?  I didn't take anything of value, so didn't worry too much about the unlocked locker.  But it really doesn't make much sense to put something away without protecting it.

I really need a new bathing suit, too.  The one I have has a skirt, and it kept floating up to my chest while I was doing the exercises.  Besides, this one is several years old, and the elastic is getting worn.

Mentioned to a friend that I had done water aerobics, and she's going to join me.  She has a lifetime membership at the club, and just needed a little incentive to get started again.  It'll be more fun having a friend along, although the ladies there seem to be a friendly lot.

I slept very well for about three hours last night.  I'm just going to have to get to my doctor and see what other pills he has to offer.  After coming home from the gym, I took a nap.  Still can't figure why I can sleep in the daytime, but the RLS hits me every single night!!!  This is really tiresome, in every meaning of the word!

I've ordered Rowena home tomorrow.  I'd like to have some time with her, and I also have a job for her to help with.  It's moving stuff around that I can't do by myself.  My living room is a wreck, and until I get some help, it'll remain a wreck.  Thus, Rowena.

Banshee is hollering for his bedtime goodies, so I guess I'll go tend to his needs.

Shalom