Went to bed last night at a reasonable hour after a pretty normal Sunday. Let me see, what did I do – hung out on the computer, worked on my current needlepoint project, vacuumed and straightened up the first floor, did some laundry, watched a friend as he hooked up my new DVD player for me, went over to his house to pick up something he’d forgotten to bring, played with his dog for a while, swung by the grocery store on my way home, took a nap, fixed supper and hung out with the friend who came over for supper, watched 60 minutes and part of the Penn and Teller special, took out the trash, took a shower, read for a while, went to sleep.
And woke up in the middle of the night with my knee hurting like a sonofabitch. It feels like I banged it – hard – on something. not like a pulled muscle. And you’d think I’d have noticed banging it that hard on something, if I did, which I’m not sure how I could have given the uneventfulness of my day.
Damn, it really hurts: I had to come down the stairs one at a time, and I’m definitely limping. And it’s especially annoying since I don’t know how I did it.
