Happy Birthday to Spencer-- and I feel guilty I had to read his blog tonight to be reminded it was his big day. Ah well, I'm a lot older than he is, so maybe I can use that for an excuse.
My knee still hurts like the dickens (I don't think that's Charles Dickens in that reference, but who knows) and I have bruises on the palms of my hands. Nice. What a klutz.
Today was way too hot for me-- I'd like about 75 degrees from now on, please.