Fearful Friday

As I type this, Ole Arthur is paying me a visit.  In fact, he's been visiting for the past few days in my right knee.  It's the knee that I jacked up when I slipped on the ice 25+ years ago.  It hasn't bothered me much until the last year.  

And this morning when I went to work, it was "Red sky at morning, sailors take warning."  I'm not sure what that could mean, meteorologically.  It's supposed to get down to the upper 20's tonight, so if any precipitation falls, it would be snow or ice.  I sure hope that's not the case.  But my knee and also my rebuilt foot have both ached all day, and they are usually a good indication of some kind of precipitation.  Stay tuned.  We'll see.