Quasimodo

In a turn of events, today, I am the damn disaster. Last night I whacked my knee on the coffee table letting Earl out so he could bark at nothing. Today my knee is swollen to the point of limited motion and just the thought of bike riding is painful. On top of that, my arthritis, or bulging disc, or herniated disc or old age has reduced me to a hunchback that can't sit or lay comfortably. I am a limping hunchback with the only thing to look forward to is a long day of formatting my dad's jury Powerpoint. (An upside is now I can tell people exactly what to do to not get picked for a jury.)