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Sunday, walking on a perfectly flat surface and carrying a slightly damp dishcloth from the kitchen to the bedroom to put it in a laundry hamper, my knee decided to do A Thing. I don't know why, I don't know how, but it was painful. I spent most of yesterday babying it, staying off of it, and that seems to have worked. Whatever had gone screwy seems to have fixed itself. And if that's not the case, it no longer hurts whenever I do something so pedestrian as "stand up" or "stretch".

Why my foot decided to get in on the random dumbfuckery action, I do not know. I don't know what I did or how it happened, but in being kind to my knee, I managed to bugger my foot. *le sigh*

Now, if no one minds, I'm going to go yell at clouds because this "getting older" malarkey is utter nonsense.