I have a few photos of my leg from the last almost-two weeks, and have had conclude that Stan Boreson's Song I Just Don't Look Good Naked Anymore is timely. Maybe if I finally lose the 30 pounds from the polymyalgia and then the grinding of the arthritic knee I can revise this status.

Around the house I am managing to keep the dishes washed and the laundry done. I've swept up dog hair a couple of times and yesterday tackled the carpet in the front room with the vacuum. I'm walking well enough that I can take the trash bags to the curb tomorrow morning.