My PT home work has made some progress on strength but very little in flex. I must keep trying and harder, too.
Being physically confined to this small area and corridor has been depressing.
I used to live alone in the woods. Sometimes didn't see another person for 3-4 days. I often did not speak to another person for 5-6 days. But I was never lonely. Here I feel left out of life. My knee and my discomfort has become the center of my life and I find it quite unpleasant.
I did receive a call from an old friend who says he will arrive tomorrow within lovely wife. I haven't seen them for too many years. That will cheer my night and day.

My sleeping place at Pigeon's Roost.

The nausea is somewhat relieved and I hope to sleep well tonight.