I went to a PT last week and we determined most of my problem is in the knee, not the Iliotibial Band. I still can't walk for any length of time and I can't stand in one place for any length of time, which makes shopping a real torture. 'Tis the season to be tortured.

She gave me some exercises to do, but every time I do them I end up spending the next day on pain relievers (oh, they are sooo gooood) hobbling from bed to chair to toilet to bed. This shouldn't be going like this. Most of the swelling is gone, but the pain, especially the sharp stabbing pain inside the joint, is down right excruciating when I'm standing and move slightly. It's just a little slip of the joint, but the pain tears right through my brain.

I'm getting in a lot of sleep due to depression. I tell the wife I'm tired since she's rarely interested in the truth. It's surprising how much she disregards me all the while expecting me to pay utmost attention to her. After 33 years of marriage, she knows less about me than I know about her. It's all a matter of focus, I guess. The real surprising thing is I know more about her than she knows about herself. It's rather pathetic, really.

Today we're going to buy our Christmas gift. I'm stuck between a Subaru Forester, Nissan Rogue, and maybe the Toyota Rav4. I don't want to spend anything close to $30K, but the wife wants something new. Mostly, it will depend on what I fit in. Six foot five inches and two hundred eighty pounds need to be comfortable.

I am not going back to truck driving.

Um, or yeah, already covered depression.

I've heard old people are more likely to die during the holidays than any other time of the year. I don't look forward to being lonely when I'm old. Luckily, I have a few years to go before I can seriously consider myself to be old.

We're thinking about getting a kitten, but will have to get Bonita's okie-dokie first.

No, I haven't been writing, on anything. I've been kind of thinking of going back to Chapter 18 and the new story, but the depression has a lock on my mind and I can't get myself going on anything. The mind is too muddled. I just want to sleep.