Onward, ever onward

And a happy First of May, in all its various incarnations, to any who feel so inclined. I am afraid that the joyousness of the occasion is marred somewhat for me by an excess of tree pollen attacking my eyes...

"I am the Thorax, I speak for the Knees..." (About the level of literary reference I can attain, under current conditions.) My right knee disputes the benefit of yesterday's bike ride. We've had this discussion before. As far as I'm concerned, knees are a prime argument against Intelligent Design.

Fat Wizard has just commented that it is good to have friends. Even friends who tap his phone. He didn't ask for backup, but he has it nonetheless.