My right knee has decided to take sick leave,  or something. It's swollen, painful, and I can't straighten the joint. I start physical therapy on Wednesday. My right hip aches and so does my back. By favoring my right knee, I put undue pressure on my left knee to bear the burden, as it were. So it aches, too. But at least it's bendable. One of these times, when I get up from a chair, for instance, I'm going to end up Splat on the floor. The knee threatens to go out on me when I'm walking, so you can figure what's going to happen if I get up too abruptly and put all my weight on the right knee.

So you see why I don't write very often. If it isn't the lousy weather I'm complaining about, it's another damn thing gone wrong with my body.

These are supposed to be my Golden Years. If these are Golden, then my previous years have been pure Platinum! By comparison, even better than Platinum, if there is such a thing. Comparatively, then, from Platinum to Dross.

Does anyone have any suggestions as to how I can put Miss Piggy...er...Missy...on a reducing diet, but still keep the food bowl out for Banshee when he wants a nibble? Banshee does not need trimming down. And a nibble is all Banshee wants at one time. Whereas Missy has her face in the bowl if she's not sleeping or taking up space in front of the heater. I'm going to take her to the Vet for a check-up, and we'll talk about the problem of the two cats. But if anyone has any ideas, I'd like to hear about them.

Be careful of your health and appreciate it, Children, because you never know when everything is going to start going to H-E-double toothpick (thank you, Radar) in a handbasket.

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