Mom died this month. No, really, it's OK. She loved the Lord and was in a lot of pain for a long time before she went home to see him. But planning a major ceremony in three days, hosting four family events, and trying to cook with my sister are all stressful enough. Fibromyalgia feeds on stress. Thankfully I had a nice interstate drive with Dad, an old fashioned church service, great second cousins, and some pieces of nature to keep me on an even keel. The shoulder was actually feeling pretty good by the time I got back home.
As a side note, Mom ate super-"healthy" her whole life since putting herself through nursing school, and was a big believer in conventional medicine. She died of cancer that was inoperable because of heart disease. This confirms what I believe about diet, which is that popular science still knows nothing, and I'm best off eating like my ancestors instead of like a lab rat. There are plenty of under-publicized studies showing the problems with grains and veggie oils, I think in time the culture will catch up and affect the publishing bias.
My other compounding issue was that my running partner is in heat. Hopefully this is her last one, we're planning to spay when she's two. (Great Danes have enough growth issues without messing with their hormones before they're done growing.) Being in heat means no leaving the yard, and definitely no walks. Thankfully she's a bit more mature now than during the last one, and is pretty happy playing with her toys and not burning off energy, although she did go spastic when I moved the leash the other day.
I'm really annoyed at my low mileage lately, but I am encouraged that the few times I went out I did everything I wanted to do, didn't have to stop short because of aches and pains. I could be making more major improvements if I got out a little more often.