So I left the doctor’s (I had to schedule an endoscopy for my esophagus), stopped at the store to pick up more propane and candles, brought everything upstairs, and then I felt something go pop! in my knee. The last time I had something like this happen, a ligament in my ankle ruptured. Bad time to happen, because I still have to put a bunch of yard stuff away before the storm and now I can hardly walk.
WTF, universe?
So should we start calling you “Job”?
(If so, I’ll contend that the continuous line of events are simply gifts from god – which god? your choice – just like rape babies!)
Take care of yourself and stay safe.