Monday

  Up and down a ladder.  Up and down stairs, carrying things. Moving furniture around.
  Taking down a heavy Christmas tree that has stood since November 2012 because we didn't have time or desire before we left to go back to Tucson. By myself.
  If I could find a hacksaw in this moving mess, I'd cut that sucker apart and celebrate a different holiday that doesn't involve artificial 9 foot tall trees.
  No wonder my knee looks like figgy pudding.  Big purple bruise too. I don't like the sounds it's making or the looseness. I don't want more knee surgery.
  I want to cry big tears of self pity, hoping I haven't redamaged my scarred mess of a knee.

  Then I read the quote I received in my email today.
  "Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out."

  I'm going to have a nice lunch now. And then I'll go buy a huge fan because it's over 80 degrees in this house.
  When it's all over, I'm going shopping like I've won the lottery.