I got last night and set about the chore of mowing the lawn. By the time I was finished, I could feel a slight soreness in my left knee, the same knee that mysteriously gave me problems in Iowa at the fair.
By the time I wobbled myself to bed, it was sore, achy, stiff and achy. (It was really achy) But my montra is "I'm not one to complain," and so I didn't complain...much.
This morning, there is a slight ghost of an ache but I'm essentially okay and able to walk without a limp.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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