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My kitchen has been reassembled. This morning I discovered that my bare feet don't connect well with the linoleum in the kitchen; the resulting wipeout trashed half of the kitchen, cracked my good cutting board, and bashed the hell out of my right knee. You know, the one that was rebuilt a couple years back after the ACL blew. The morning continued in this vein when I went out to the truck to head to work - I think I found the ONLY patch of ice in the county, resulting in a whirlwind of a pirouette that landed me... you guessed it... on the right knee.

I was a trifle sore when I got to work, oh my stars yes. M*O*O*N that spells sore! Laws, yes.

Anyway, the day -did- improve from there, conclusively proving that my luck isn't all bad any more. Tuesday is my regular therapy appointment, sitting down to 'work through things' with a woman who's THOROUGHLY baffled by a cheerful me. I don't think she has a clue what to do with me now, poor dear. She's a nice lady, one that I wouldn't deliberately headfsck, but it seems to be happening anyway. After therapy I had some errands to run and something to drop off at the post office.

And then it was back to my apartment to survey the damage to the kitchen. After the rubble was cleared, the only real casualties were the now-cracked cutting board (*sob*) and one of my pan lids that I bent in half. Apparently I landed on it, but it's trash no matter how it was damaged. It was nowhere near as bad as I expected, to be honest.

I've company on the way over, so I need to vanish. *snugs and bounces off*