Right Knee, Wrong - Left Knee, Right

It's been a while since I've written here and I didn't want my regular readers* to think I had died.

I guess I should get things caught up in the state of my general well being as of right now. I'm still fat. I weighed in at 218.2 pounds this morning. It's really great to have that extra two tenths of a pound to add on and contend with.

What prompted me to write today was the realization that it had been about a year since my knee locked up on me. The date was November 9th. I casually recalled that fact last night to Susan as we sat in the hot tub.

My body knows best how to fuck with me and it subsequently made my knee ache all night long. It's not even the right knee...it's the right knee. My left knee is the right knee.

So anyway, I woke up around 3 this morning and my right knee, not the locking left knee, was aching like a son of a bitch. It was difficult to sleep.

I am mystified that I should mention my knee last night and then have it act up on me today. That's a major Murphy's Law coming to life. My knee is sore but I'm not limping or anything like that.

I just thought I should make a note...as well as check in.

*Regular Readers = Nobody