Physically, knee things are going well. The swelling is way down (though not gone - Ice is still the order of the day) and I'm able to flex my quads more often than not. I'm also getting comfortable putting weight on my left leg; I can mostly use just one crutch around the apartment. The physical therapist was impressed with my progress. ( And then there's mental health... )

Saw the surgeon Friday, she says everything looks good. Incisions are healing well enough to go open to the air now and my range of motion is what it should be, about 30°. Now I need to start PT and, carefully, start getting muscles working ( Read more... )

From time to time I do my makeup on the metro, and I know there are those who consider that uncouth. But the woman accross from me is cutting her nails. (And has been for three stops now- how long does it take?) That crosses a line for me.

Still in limbo. It has been a long couple of weeks. Soon we'll be in a different place, life will be different. but I don't know how exactly. It's disconcerting. ( The state of the things - Short version: We don't know! )

I'm on a train. I've been on this train for quite a while now. We're hanging out a ways north of DC. We were going north for a while, that was kind of alarming, but we've stopped now. Something about another train dead on the tracks. Sigh. No system's perfect. Better now than in the afternoon. Better a thousand times this than a bad day on the ( Read more... )

Finally had to admit to Tyler that the reason I won't throw out my old boots even though they are thoroughly unstylish and I don't wear them is because they will be useful when civilization collapses. It's one of those things that feels a lot sillier when you have to say it out loud ( Read more... )

The commute, the prospect of doing it every day, is a little daunting ( Read more... )

I have one. It is neat. I am at this moment on a train and on the internet, which is pretty damn cool.

Same number as before.