Between racquetball, this running habit I’m trying to start, and the general clumsiness that characterizes my day-to-day existence, my poor left knee is a mess. The major problem is that one of the bursa near the knee is swollen and painful, making walking, running, biking, and even standing too long pretty painful. The treatment is rest, ice, compression, elevation (plus ibuprofen and a bad attitude); and yet, it’s just getting more stiff and swollen and hot to the touch.
Oh, I do relish a good juxtaposition: the first post of the new blog is about saying goodbye.
In almost exactly one week, I drive from Lincoln, NE (my home for the last 6 years and change) to Clinton, NY (my forever home, I sincerely hope). We’re not even going to touch that emotional black hole in this post, though, except obliquely.
Today, one of my best friends from graduate school is making the drive from Lincoln to University of Northern Alabama, and here I am, sitting in our regular coffee shop, hoping she’ll stop for one last earl grey on her way.