After all that, though, Saturday, my knee decided it hated me, so I should have stayed off of it...yes, I said "should have". As in "but I didn't". Did, however, wander around downtown for a while, through the park and eyeballing a couple pawnshops (I'm still looking for a vinyl player, but I wasn't paying $160 bucks for it!). Snagged some flicks, though, so that made for a relaxing evening. I figured the knee would be better by today.
Haha, yeah, famous last words.
It's better, but still unhappy. Went out to the in-laws' place anyway, and had a killer meal, as well as discussed plans for building a root cellar with Dad-in-law. Finally returned, and headed back to the park to do some pictures. Besides, I have the next two days to basically sit here and do no walking, so what the Hell, right?
Besides, Di snapped a pic which let me make this:
He hasn't seen it yet, since he's in bed...I have a feeling he's gonna freak.
And that's worth all the knee pain in the world.