I'd shifted back over to my desk, last night. I'd been working, and being productive today. I had lunch, then re-positioned a little bit, and crack. My knee popped. Then screamed. And then I screamed. Then Cricket screamed (the silly black and white cat with a dick-face).
I am now back in my recliner, with that knee angled a lot better than I can mange to get it at the desk. It's still throbbing. But I am still working. I've got a chapter mostly written long-hand, and all I have to do is type/revise, not think through the pain of popping a bad joint in a bad way.
As if the brain fog wasn't enough, damn it.
Standing in line to pick up the kids is going to be...not fun.
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