Knee scoped and trimmed

One day post-op and my knee already feels better than before arthroscopic surgery. No pain meds needed today, and I'm already putting quite a bit of weight on it as I hobble around with crutches. Normally I resist being cut upon, but I have to say this was a good thing to do. I wish I had done it sooner and saved myself a few years of suffering over the downside of aging.

Now I have to work on quad strength, lose weight, and exercise whether I have papers to grade or not. The doc gave me one exercise, a mild quad strengthener (straight leg 6" lift), but I know that what I really need is wall sits, that most abominable of exercises. The ones you hate most are the ones you need most.

Next stop, a sleep lab to see if I'm so tired all the time because of sleep apnea. Then a dentist, all before my insurance coverage is downgraded with retirement.

I saw a French film Thursday night and all of a sudden I'm hot to live in France again. In Avenue Montaigne, the pianist was my favorite character. He was so passionate, so intense, so determined to change his life. Mid-concert, he stripped off his jacket and several odd flaps of things under it, finishing the piece in t-shirt, suspenders, and pants. He broke the fragile, rigid, self-insulating mold of hoity-toity performance art. He let himself be himself. He scared his wife, and he won her.

In fact, each character in the film took wing by daring to do something they weren't supposed to do. Good timing. Just the encouragement I need right now.