Pickled herring in wine sauce - a wonderful snack when eaten in moderation.

The knee is improving, according to the physical therapist, and the 2 months of workouts ahead of time give me a great edge on recovery as far as muscle tone. But as the one wearing the knee, I have to admit I'm tired of the compression sock things and the awkward moves that cause a flareup of bursitis in the hip.

The last couple of PT visits have concluded with me handing the spray bottle (water) to Katie and then lifting the cover from the dog door and letting the guys come in for a visit. The squirt bottle causes them to not be quite so pushy; for as little water as that thing puts out they still don't like it. And I've demonstrated my walker-dog-sweep move to keep them from jumping on me at the same time.

MOM's had more than her share of beer and wine since I'm forbidden from adding alcohol to the cocktail of stuff I'm on for the knee. She's going to have to walk off a little extra weight come spring. (Walking over to the Legion Hovel will give her some exercise, I guess.)