Dad was doing really good at his 20-minutes-a-day exercise routine before I left, and it was thanks to the heart monitor on the exercycle (recumbent) that dad realized his heart was beating too fast. In this scene, you may be able to see a bit of the Greenland fishing village puzzle Charles and I worked on. That's Shelby in his little bed. Just watching dad work out wears him out.
Since dad has been doing physical therapy, he's the star patient and the rehabbers are trying to get him to enter a half marathon, which is still more than 13 miles. He seems keen, but if I recall correctly, didn't he have knee surgery at some point?
Charles was later seen helping my aunt Sandy recuperate from her own surgery, upon the heels of which came a hurricane. I'm telling you, this has NOT been the White Family Year of Great Fortune. Sandy is doing great, I hear, and, like with my dad, the surgery didn't end up being as humongous as the doctors at first thought it was going to be.
People, eat your veggies, do your exercise.
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