and another thing

Here's a couple more words I bet you don't pronounce correctly: patina and flaccid. And that's all I have to say about that.

 I have a sore arm (I was doing wall push-ups and pushed too hard), so I'm giving it a rest from swimming  because it hurt.  My father was a doctor and when people came to him and said "Doc, I can't lift my arm higher than this," he'd say," Well, don't."  Excellent advice.  Pain, he explained, is a limiting factor and by limiting your movements it enables you to heal.  It's a nice excuse to scunge.  That was a verb my father used to describe the inactivity of a person who lounged around in bed too long, in his estimation.  I looked it up; it's a noun, referring to a not-very-nice person.  I like the verb better.  While I'm at it, here's another verb I like: guddle (I had to persuade SpelChek to accept it).  It's what bears do fishing with their paws.  I used it when I had 5/8 of my stomach removed.  I said the surgeon guddled in my insides.  There goes SpelChek again.  And then there's hurple. As I understand it, it's the kind of movement an arthritic old woman makes when she's in a hurry.  The poor old dictionary in my computer can't cope with words like that.  I have Mrs. Byrne's dictionary of obsolete words. I think they're in there.  But I'm scunging in bed right now and I don't feel like getting up to guddle in a dictionary. And that's all I have to say about that.