The knee is so much better. Thank goodness because we know that Ms. Moon does not go to the doctor for just any little thing. (Did I ever tell you about the time I ripped all the calf muscles in my leg and it turned every shade of awful and I didn't go to the doctor? What would they have done? I'll never know.)
But I'm not going to push my luck. I'm going to elevate and ice all day again today. The Percocet can probably be left out of the equation. In fact, it should be left out of the equation. Okay. Maybe one more when I go to bed tonight.
So. Back to the Glen Den where I will lay on the couch with dogs and watch TV. And read. And whatever.
I have a grandson to take care of. Not today, but next week. And by god, no damn knee is going to stop me from that.
I am still feeling all basky from the love yesterday.
And so grateful.