My dear Drama Queen aka Jockette, you know what you did with all that sewing. You just made a visit to the ODIC (Overdoing It Club), where we all stop by occasionally. I have been guilty of that many times, and each time I wonder if I shouldn't be "further along." Just slap your brain and tell it to stop that unhelpful thinking!

We are where we are, and it is what it is, and what will be, will be, kumbayah, my lord, kumbayah...



Oh, sorry, got carried away there for a moment. Where was I?
Oh, yeah. I think we should celebrate your ability to get at that sewing and dishwashering and whatever else made your knee sing a sad song this week. At least you are doing these things! How long ago was it that you couldn't do them? Be honest, now. It wasn't all that long ago that you were just wishing you could do the sewing and the dishwasher, right? (Well, I've never wished to do the dishwasher! But I know you're a better woman than I.)
So, let's all sing a chorus for Jockette (she's not really a Drama Queen! Not our lovely Jockette!) that she's getting on with her life while tolerating the twinges, zingers, aches, clicks and clacks of her bionic knee. Yay, Jockette! You go, Girl.
