Well, at least I know that waking up this winter will be much easier than waking up in the summer. Wooden floors and 60 deg. makes for a chilly alarm. And tells me I need to keep my bundle-up clothes next to the bed, and keep anti-inflammatories on hand. Both my knee and my fingers are telling me, “WTF?! Why should we move?”
I guess that’s a sign that I need to have my therpist work on my hand. I have sausages this morning that barely move without shooting pain up my arm. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.