Today was quite different.
The plan was that I would go to a nearby hospital to pick up a jar of special goo.
A couple of stops south on the Metro, and then I looked at the bus timetables. I was facing a half-hour's wait for a twenty-minute bus journey, in order to avoid a 45-minute walk. So I didn't bother -- I set off for three miles across the wilds of Maryland in the baking sun, arriving before the bus I would have caught.
A little standing around and answering questions, and I got hold of the jar of magic potion.
Wouldn't you know it -- I'd just missed the bus back to civilisation again. So I set off on foot once more, by a different route that took me past the national churches of two separate congregations, and back onto the Metro system. I got back to the flat, dropped the goo off in the fridge, and went shopping -- on foot again, of course. Shops a little nearer than the hospital had been.
Laden with milk and vegetables, I was on my way home and caught up with
Now I've got chicken cut up and sat in a jug swapping flavours with other things, and I get the chance to catch up with the rest of the world on the laptop. Hurrah!
So I think I've walked something like seven miles today. And as a result, my knees seem to be a lot happier. But in other news, I've done something untoward with my left wrist and it's slightly swollen and will bend in every direction except backwards. Boo.