Well, I'm still dizzy, so I skipped the gym thing. It's not much and it doesn't seem to bother me when I'm sitting down, but I wouldn't like it to get worse while I'm on a machine, so I bagged on the gym and sat and ate my little lunch in the kitchen and finished reading "Saratoga Longshot," the very first Charlie Bradshaw mystery (by Stephen Dobyns). It's strange to think I read the first one of these in '87 and I'm only now getting around to this, the first in the series.
By the way, I had this same problem on Saturday. It's very irritating.