Worrisome Wednesday

I guess I'm not too worried, but I wish this damn knee thing would go away. I called to make an appointment with my primary and will go at 4:00 today. Called the Access Van to take me there and back. My knee improves when I walk on it, although it's stiff and sore when I first get up. It isn't red, swollen, or warm, so I hope that means it isn't a blood clot. From looking it up, I'm beginning to think it's arthritis. 

Margarita picked me up at 12:45 and we went off to Santa Paula. It was terrifically windy, which had been predicted and is supposed to be very cold (for here), plus will rain* on Friday. Ugh, ugh, double ugh--that, plus the knee, means I can't get out on my usual excursions. 

We had burritos at a Mexican restaurant, and I had a Modelo (Mexican beer). Margarita has some physical problems--some kind of a hyper-thyroid thing, for one--but she's slender and not unattractive. She's 73 or 4. We had some good conversation, although so far, I don't know her well enough to feel particularly close. I'm not sure I ever will, frankly. Unlike with Diane, Vickie, and a few others, there doesn't seem to be much of a rapport, but maybe later. I asked if she was going to the BCNN meeting next Wednesday--she is and will pick me up.

Got home about 3:30 and again, took a nap (I don't want to get into that habit, though). I called Ellen after; I was a little worried about her driving home in the wind. She was in okay, though, and, as she has arthritis herself, sort of reinforced the idea it's that. I guess I'll find out later today--or not.  

*But Zeus must not have gotten the message, as i's now 6:25 am on Thursday and it's raining like crazy. I fervently hope it stops before I have to go to my appointment.