I broke over and had a long talk with the "knee I'm not speaking to" last night. Earlier in the day I realized the soft pattering sound I was hearing was tiny suitcases being set down...the fat globules were moving back in.
And not only that. I have an "event" scheduled on the 4th of July.which I desperately want to be able to finish on my feet-running....or at least some semblance of running.
"Ok, knee, here's the deal. You don't make too much fuss tomorrow, and I won't ask you to do anything else strenuous the rest of the day. OK? I've got goals to accomplish, and your whinging about your 'work load' is counterproductive."
I'll be the one here in the comfy chair, with my knee propped up on a nice, fluffy pillow, ice pack in place.