Have I mentioned the lovely little sadistic Brazilian woman who is teaching Pilates at school?  Her name is Rosie, such a sweet name, and she's married to our new PE teacher.  She probably weighs 97 pounds soaking wet, wears her straight black hair in cute little bow barrettes, has big round glasses that make her already large eyes enormous.  She's adorable and the devil.  I've been going in to school an hour early twice a week since the end of September for her classes.  I thought that after a few weeks the muscles would adjust and the pain would go away,but no!  It's constant.  Every time I stand up or squat down, (oh how I've come to hate the word squat) I moan.  I had a class yesterday morning and it was a particularly tough one with lots of abs.  So last night when I noticed aches and pains I didn't think much of it.  We had friends over for dinner and as they were leaving I suddenly felt a fever come on.  It was so fast!  I'm home in bed today, all hot and cold and head achy.  So much for my vaccine. 
Speaking of vaccines, this weekend we are taking my mother-in-law out to lunch to celebrate her Saint's Day.   Saint's Day, Onomastico, is the celebrated day of the saint you are named after.  Every day of the year has a saint or two, and every name has some sort of derivative to connect it to one of these saints.  Saint's Days are much more celebrated than birthdays.  Tomorrow will not be a happy occasion.  It is her first celebration without Aldo and she has chosen to go to lunch in the same restaurant where last spring they celebrated their 60th anniversary.  The woman likes her pathos. 

xxoo me