You'd think I'd have the walking thing mastered by now

Yup. That's my leg.

Did I fall off my bike?

No.

Here's what happened. I was walking down the sidewalk on Tuesday, and a big hairy monster reached up out of a manhole and wrenched the flangdang out of my knee.

Actually, I tripped. Over my own feet as far as I can tell, though there may have been a manhole cover involved in some way.

Nothing broken, or much swollen for that matter, but there's no question of putting weight on it. Crutches for me. No biking for some time. Hoping to see a Sports Medicine specialist next week (walking's a sport, right?). Frustration in extreme doses.

Knitting post to come - believe me, I've had some time to knit.