Kneecapping

It's not that I'm suffering badly, but the combo of swollen knee and work, has just left me pooped. Any kind of knee bend, squat or kneel is enough to elicit muffled yelps. On the way down, and on the way back up. Ice is my friend, as are anti-inflammatory drugs, elevation, the usual. Today, I have to go get on the cycle, since when one asks an expert for advice, and gets it, it is wise to then follow it.

It's the one on the right, which IS my right knee, because I have Photo Booth on mirror image. Very sad, doesn't look bad enough to get me any sympathy, but the swelling is largely deep in, restricting movement. Improving daily, but damn slowly. Night before last I couldn't tolerate Moby sleeping on my legs, so he got nudged off repeatedly. Last night he didn't even try, which is also a little sad, even if the result would have been the same.

Later today, tomorrow, I will be relaunching the One Word Aloud project. Or at least attempting the recording of same, which probably means Wednesday. I need to be able to hear how I sound, how I come across. Just as writing here has helped me clarify my writing, I need my own, and your, critical eyes, to practice tone, delivery, clarity in my speech and gesture. Not that I even need comments, just knowing someone might be watching, listening, makes it real, not just ideas in my head.

The Toast-misters meeting did not work out at all. I'm not going to spell that word properly, just so's you know. No reason to invite them here. More on that experience later.