Triumphant return

Yesterday I returned to my favorite gym, where the staff all know me by name and the building is a castle. My knee, which looked like this:
four weeks ago, is now cleared to do light bicycling. Oh joy!

Endorsed by my physical therapist, I ventured today to the market entirely crutch-free. It was weekend-level crowded, but I was far more nimble on my own two legs than I would be navigating the hordes with my crutch, waiting for people to notice my handicap and kindly make way.


This post's theme word: to caracole, "to make a half-turn on a horse in dressage." I caracole, cavort, gambol!