It's a little late, because it's been a very busy day, although I didn't walk with the ladies because of my knee. It's probably just as well, because every time I get up after having been sitting for awhile, I show every single day of my age. No hopping around like a teenager. It's better than it was yesterday, but that's not saying much. It still hurts mightily when I walk.
And then I came home after the coffee shop and watched a little Netflix and then had wine with Lily on my front porch. Now it's almost time for bed, and I'm just now getting around to writing my Saturday post. Oh, well. I'm getting more and more negligent with my self-imposed routine, aren't I? I'm the only one who cares, but I cannot seem to let it go. Yet.