Well, I guess I've been served up a super fancy dose of sitting time. I had planned to work in the gardens all weekend, but yesterday's work will have to suffice. For the first time in 1.7 years, my knee has ballooned up into its swollen irritated self.
Instead of garden work, I will consume copious amounts of ibuprofen and heat, ice, heat, ice, heat, ice. It seems like my knee always has a beef with me after a strenuous work event.
I guess my body responds in ways that I listen. It is saying sit the fuck down. And now, I am forced to.
It gives me time to think and write and perhaps read things I feel like catching up on.
Now, on to nursing my gelatinous appendage.
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