Saturday evening was the Frederick Contra Dance, my home dance and I volunteer. It was also Summer Tunes which meant a wall of sound to dance to. So I did. In the first half I danced a Contra and the Waltz, then repeated in the second half. Went to the after dance party and was offered ice packs, which I used. Sadly, the knee still felt as though I had pounded on it all evening when I got up Sunday.
Sunday evening I was shadowing Penelope in training for being the acting Dance Chair next Sunday. I danced two waltzes and I suspect had my knee not been stressed from Saturday it would not be fussing at me today.
All my dances were great, with wonderful partners who really took care to be gentle with me.
And now a note from Guy, the cat: All this dancing is getting in the way of her being present and available for me when I wish to be petted, fed fried chicken or simply wish to complain about life in general. I really think that you folks need to limit this dancing thing, oh and that boardgaming thing as well. I am fine, although not getting enough hand-fed fried chicken. If you wish to visit, please bring me some fried chicken and feed it to me, you will still have one hand free to pet me after all. And all you do with her is talk so you don't need your hands for that.
Okay, so now you know where he stands on the whole recovery process. Firmly in the middle of the forward path.