The exercise video mailed to me pre-operation didn't have any of these tortuous flexing execises. Peggy didn't really care if I could stand on my toes: more important to flex at 105 degrees.
So, thank you Peggy. Thanks for that ugly/beautiful hot pink mohair jacket you wore that made me smile when I felt like crap. Thanks for being a lapsed Triathelete. Thanks for being from a giant family in Minnesota with community values. Thanks for loving wine maybe more than I do. Also, thanks for the wine! Thanks for telling me you're getting married in February, so I can make you a beautiful bouquet, and for all the great stories you told me while shoving my knee just a little further back.
Tomorrow, FLOWERS. All fresh and beautiful. And for Peggy, I'm guessing pink might be your color.