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Well, I see you smiling, babe, the knife behind your back
This afternoon my knee was in good enough shape that I actually got out of the house and walked up to the library and back, taking the cane for the ice and general late-winter street sludge. As of tonight, I am not using the cane around the house, which the cats seem to feel is an improvement on the past four days of weird noises and tail endangerment. My father talked to me about Mary Seacole and I have decided that this tweet may be our generation's "I am a lighthouse; your call." I ate some coconut-milk ice cream. Otherwise, today has been terrible. Tomorrow, being full of science fiction film, had better be more fun.
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You're welcome! I grew up on it, so it became household slang: it was possible to ask a question and receive for answer "I am a lighthouse; your call," which said everything you needed to know about the responder's opinion of the advisability of your plan.