Avant garde, no?

My leg is kicking along nicely. (Aha!)

Well, mainly. Yesterday, I was walking along at a reasonable pace, and without much of a noticeable limp... for most of the day.

When I got out of my car at my house though, I discovered that I was actually in quite a lot of pain and could barely hobble to my front door.

A couple of painkillers, and I was out like a light. A weird dream with explosions and other hilarity ensued, and I fancy that there was an actual siren that went past my house at some point.

And today, I got to work, and everything was dandy. Not only was I walking at a reasonable pace, I had NO limp, everything seemed tres fantastique in LegTown USA... For about 10 minutes. Then... DAMN!

So, you see, the moral of the story is: Time heals all wounds.

Also, a fish in the hand is worth two in the tree.

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