My apologies for missing yesterday's HDQ. I spent the day hobbling around the house alternately clutching a cane, or a crutch, as my mood demanded. It seems that one of my knees took exception to a session on the bike o' pain (aka the exercise bike), and I went all wonky on me. I told it to shape up or ship out, got out the hobbling assists, and took some ibuprofen.

This morning I woke to find my knee much happier, but the muscles that run along the back of the leg, behind the knee and to regions beyond, were evidently jealous at all the attention being focused on the front of the knee, and they steadfastly refused to allow my knee to bend without pain.

I had a little chat with THOSE muscles, as well, and now although they're pouting and insisting on feeling irritated, they are at least allowing my knee to bend without pain.  

I will admit to glaring at my innocent knee, and muttering dire threats should it decide to make a fuss, but thus far it has maintained an attitude of servile docility. It had better, that's all I'm saying.

So! HDQ a day late (again). Let's try: have you ever had a driving ticket? And was it deserved? This question is courtesy of Mr. Katie, who was driving less wise than he should have yesterday. Ahem.