Just Keep Swimming, Just Keep Swimming

Due to circumstances beyond my control, only 1 of which was an inability to breathe, I canceled my visits today and went swimming. I am renewing my friendships with the geriatric community. I mimic the exercises they do, I sympathize with their aches and pains, and the old ladies wanted to know all about my fabulous pool bag. One woman in particular had lots of useful advice about pregnancy and swimming. She had 5 pregnancies and her doctor told her swimming was the best thing she could do. Good to know. It's got to at least help with the intense rage that I feel over the lack of control I have in my life, particularly my own body and it's inability to pick up anything that I drop on the floor.