Getting out

Okay, I drove the two miles to PT and back yesterday. The worst part was getting in and out of the car; depressing the clutch was merely uncomfortable.

I confess that when I got out of PT I decided against going to the grocery store because I was well and truly knackered. Wrapped an ice pack around the knee and napped. But that’s okay—the only thing I have to do at the moment is heal.

Maybe try for the grocery store and the library tomorrow.