

Well, we’ve been camping for three days only to come home and have knee surgery the next day on my right knee. This time was weird. I puked three times. It was terrible. I just want to rest and drink and eat.
My bandage is slipping down. It might not make it to the goal of two days or about Monday. We shall see. It’s funny, I can move it fine in some ways, but other ways are impossible and I have to have Jessica come pick my leg up. She’s gotten really good at arranging my pillows. She’s a great kid.
Sleepy again. Later.