Judy, Jacky, and Nanners -- thanks.
Sunday was the first Sunday in Advent, so we had our Advent Lessons and Carols service – LOTS of Advent carols sung and a beautiful service. We were both too tired to do anything else Sunday afternoon. So we rested,

drank coffee (with a little something added),

watched a movie, and had leftovers for supper (dinner for some of you). Oh, wait.

We had a late lunch (I think that was the leftovers). Then we had snacks (chips and hummus) later in the evening.
It’s hard to believe that I’ll be 8 months post-TKR on the 10th. Magrat is doing well. I’m back to practicing more complicated organ music now – with fancy footwork along with the fancy finger-work.

I’m still doing my flexing and stretching exercises to increase my recovery – at various times during the day. I’m considering trying out “the mat” the next time we go to the YWCA for the yoga class. I’ve been avoiding the idea of getting on the floor.
Sunday during the Eucharist I decided to kneel at the altar rail when we went up for the Eucharist. That was a RUDE awakening. It felt strange, but didn’t really hurt. The thing that “hit” me was that somebody had raised the height of the altar rail since I last tried kneeling a couple of months ago. Aaaaaaahhhhh ! ! !

Well, at least it FELT like they had raised the height of the altar rail. I felt like a little kid with both arms propped on the altar rail at shoulder height too keep from sinking any lower – ready to say “More bread, please sir.”

OK, OK, I didn’t, of course.

I KNOW that I haven’t shrunk that much in the past couple of months.

Ah, well.
Other than that, Magrat complains occasionally – pin pricks with the nerves resetting themselves (or something), achy sometimes. However most of the time it feels fine. Maybe we’ll tour the Biltmore Estate during the evening sometime in the next couple of weeks to enjoy the Christmas decorations and the live holiday music in every room – except the bathrooms, of course.

That will be PLENTY of exercise – up the stairs, down the stairs, up some more stairs, down 2 or 3 stairs, up 5 or 6 stairs, ..... lots of exercise. Stairs aren’t a problem anymore – as long as they are regular height, and not steep ones.
Time to think about supper. Talk to y’all later.