David enjoyed himself.
I, however, slid to the floor (for no apparent reason at all) and whacked my knee, thus rendering myself only semi-mobile. Ended up in sick bay and was pronounced OK, though in need of ice and meds.
The cabin steward was beyond marvelous, even to the point of lending me his own ice bag! The security guy was very well mannered, as well. And then, this AM, I received these as a get well bribe from the ship!
Today, I'm much more mobile and circumambulating the boat on the promenade deck (so THAT'S what those are for!)- 2.8 laps = 1 mile.
Finished reading my first book, 99 Glimpses of Princess Margaret, yesterday. A real tell-tattle, gossipy, dishy kind of book with great depth of research into the tabloid archives. And, as if that were not enough, the author throws in some dreams and fantasies to round out the hefty 400+ pages.
Today I finished reading an entirely different kind of book. Birds, Art, Life- a precious, arty reminiscence of a year of bird watching as dealing with depression. Ho hum. There must be a middle road...
Aside from that, and sighting dolphins sporting off the starboard, life is quiet on the Coral Princess. We drink at the Crooners Bar each night surrounded by Rat Pack graphics and themed drinks.
We dined with a newly-retired from IT couple from Long Island, an older couple from TX (she a former IRS agent and he a disc-jockey and country western singer) and a couple from PA who were giving out no personal information and left early.
More as life progresses.
Cheers-
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