Polar Vortex.

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Whew. I was down. Ate a plateful of seafood marinara for Sunday supper and whoosh, the following morning, my feet had become a tad too heavy for me to lift. There must be something in the perfect and delightful recipe that does not quite jibe with my body system As I lifted my left leg to a stool, trying to soothe the ache in my feet, I heard the knee bones crack. Oops, I said, what was that! I stood up to check if my knee was damaged. No. I could stand and I could walk, inch by inch. If there was a fracture, certainly, the pain would be searing. But nada. None of that. So, I went about my errands but Wednesday morning, I was reduced to walking baby steps. Hu hu. After accomplishing my tasks, I finally checked on my knee, and it was swollen. Got to ER and two X-rays rendered a clean tab. All I need is cold compress. Feeling sorry for my self, I was chatting with a student who now resides in Canada. She was telling me how punishing the Polar Vortex cold is. I checked on the ice on my knee, and started thinking how many people are perishing from the killer cold. So I stopped the self-pity and prayed instead for those who would not make it through the night. Keep safe, people.