Jump Rope

I am sick, and even if I had my jump rope here at my grandparents' house, I probably couldn't jump for long considering how hard it is to breath. Yet, I feel the need to jump rope -- to find the beat, to whisper a poem to myself, to fly over that curly piece of tough whatever that thing is made of.
Or even just holding that weighted rubber would be nice.
But I am sick, and I am at my grandparents' house. So I could not jump rope -- even if I had my jump rope.

But I can still write That Silberhaus Kid and read Count of Monte Cristo, so it isn't too bad.