This morning I took a trip around the edge of Wascana Lake, took a copy of The Hockey Sweater to a couple of visiting Leaf fans, took in some garage sales with my youngest daughter (who found three chairs for ten dollars, a popcorn maker, a pot).
All if this inflamed my left anterior cruciate ligament, which I've treated with sunset, Sambuca, Journey to Portugal, Blue Jays baseball, Gilda, and the last two or three swallows of today's wind.
I don't know what's gotten into my body these days, other than the days themselves, about 21,000 of them. I could list everything else about today and still end up with one thing: an ache in my left knee, which is the last thing this day will ever see.
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