DANG my KNEE HURTS!!! Went to physio today and stiches were taken out (cried like a little baby girl, I did). Plus did lots of bendy things with my knee that made awful noises and felt worse.
This is going to be a long six weeks (the duration of time I’ll be strapped in this damn brace).
And on knon-knee matters:
I saw something in a movie tonight (the original Thomas Crown Affair, which, unfortunately was one of those movies that move too slowly and bore me, so I didn’t finish it… or maybe that’s just the codeine talking) that made me notice something that used to be commonplace in my life that’s now vanished completely: calling a telephone number to find out the correct time. I used to phone the local time line at least once a month to make sure all my clocks were right, and I’ve not done that in at least 7 years now. Odd.