Physical therapy again this morning. This time they got a few whoops and groans out of me, twisting my leg, stretching it, kneading my hip–aagh! Patty says I’m already walking better: she has a better view of it than I do, so I believe her.
Next on the docket, Ozias, Prince Enthroned. I managed four pages today before it just got too flamin’ hot. Today the good guys hit the bad guys with a satire that lowered the approval ratings. As for our own political scene, where’s Jonathan Swift when you really need him?
Now I need to generate a couple more blog posts. To those who say I work too hard, well, what else am I here for? The book has to be finished before the winter comes along to shut me down again. And after that comes Ozias, King Betrayed.
Meanwhile, I just got out of my chair without having to hold onto the table, so that’s a base hit for my side.
Onward!