Well, I couldn’t resist it. As I am thinking about being green, I had to go out there and paint myself. As you can see, I’m not too green–I’ve always got a paint brush and a hurdy gurdy.
My Pal Kal, the Progressive Torturist, has discoverend that I have a knotted-up muscle in my bad operated leg, just above the knee. Kal brought a couple of ‘remedial’ (read ‘painful’) new exercises with him today and I will spend some time “working through the pain”, as I believe the masochists say.