Recovering pretty well after I took a knee kick in the quadracep at karate yesterday - my partner's kick came in lower than the target I was holding for her, and neither of us realized it until I was on the floor like a sack of potatoes. At least I was able to tell her, who is always fretting that she feels her kicks are weak and she's a wimp, that she's entirely capable of laying someone out with the most basic of kicks.
The good news is that the bruised muscle enforced more rest upon me than I'd intended this weekend, for which I am actually grateful. Once again I did not do as much cleaning as needed to be done, but I read 1 and 1/2 books and got lots of sleep. I'm still limping but functional, only I'm not going jogging tonight.

Outmaneuvered on all counts, I opt to change the rules.
- Never Cry Wolf