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Three great passions conjoined this month in an odd and unexpected way. Who could have guessed that swimming lessons late in life could splash over into my study of Latin and the writing mojo beached for months after surgery and rehab?  To begin at the end, or what seemed like The End, Five months of PT after my June TKR seemed to have reached an impasse. My knee flexion was shy of what we'd hoped. Though I was getting around reasonably well, odds were I'd never run again or even ride a bike. I felt I'd failed not just my knee but my sense of myself as a a warrior. And with that dual loss I'd begun to question the point--or possibility--of getting back to the WIP that I hadn't touched in months. Enough of all that. though. It's time to get wet. My surgeon had suggested that I try working out in a pool. Water relaxed the muscles, he said, and countered gravity, which might increase my range of movement. Why not, I thought, with no burning flame of either hope of ...