After 10 months of early morning physical therapy sessions, and hours of weight lifting in the gym, this morning I graduated from knee physical therapy.
I still have work to do, but I'm far enough along to be self-sufficient. I'll miss my physical therapist, as she's awesome, but I'm pretty happy. I might even celebrate with a whirl around the dance floor at the Tonga Room this evening. Barefoot, of course, to avoid any shoe-related mishaps.