My cousin had knee surgery yesterday. She is doing well, wearing a cold-pack the size of a watermelon about her knee. The micro-surgery was impressive. She is already able to put some weight on the bad knee. I am amazed by such surgery. My own surgery was quite as spectacular but such things never seem to impress as much when they happen to me.
In the wee hours Michael phoned me. We had a lengthy conversation that I must confess I enjoyed. Sleep eventually won out.
I dreamed before and after the conversation. Nothing spectacular.