Visited Margaret’s house of pain this morning. That’s my physical therapist. She cranked my knee to 95 Degrees, the best so far. I can do steps in normal, well sort of normal, fashion, so she had me demonstrate that. I’m off the narcotics and suffering some withdrawal symptoms, like jitteryness and anxiety. I’m tired as hell at 10 o’clock and then when I go to bed I’m wide awake. Anyway, she seemed to be pleased with my progress.