Twenty five minutes jogging in the sand this morning….not so bad.  And 70 seconds up the stairs.  I’m beginning to shed some schmaltz.  The question is: What to tell Torquemada (בסאל) tomorrow morning at physical therapy?  Any suggestions? 



If I tell him the truth, who knows what that sadistic S.O.B. will have in store for me.
  I don’t think I can get by with just a fib.  The guy is good at interrogation, he can look into your soul; he has his ways, you know what I mean.  And it is a fact; in the end everyone talks. 

Maybe best to skip the session.  There is a new outdoor pub at the end of Hagaaton.  For 20 shekels I can get a Goldstar on draft, and best of all, the friendly waitperson doesn’t speak Hebrew, but her English is excellent.  What to do?  What to do?

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AFTERWORD: 

Some friends have helped me come to a decision:



Adam - Gold star. It seems like you've been pondering too much, settle down.

Maor - Beer is always a better choice.

Yoel - Beer sounds good. You can tell them it is doctor's orders.  Glad to hear you are making progress.

Joeph- Go for the beer and skip the session.

Irv - Beer therapy is an up and coming thing. You are definitely on the cutting edge.

 




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