Out of sorts.
Out of commission & Out of inclination.
I boasted today:- "It almost doesn't hurt." I did say almost didn't I?
Got over the doorstep to bring the milk bottles in - about lunch-time, and as I sit here writing this up (21:55) I can boast a whole 963 paces today. X-Rays due back next Wednesday; I hope it'll bring about an end to the hobbling if/when Doc can see W-T-F is the matter; all the pain is outside the joint, focusing on the Hamstring & attendant tendon.
Anyway, having seen a couple of photos in a "Galanthophiles" group I thinked a thunk "Can't remember seeing mine this year."
As you can see, I nearly missed them and weeding is STILL on the agenda.