Forty years back, when I was still with the DPD, I blew out my left knee jumping off of #2 Auto [[paddy wagon, for you Irish folks), and had a fairly short recovery after surgery paid for by the C of D.

Recently, about last May, I screwed up my RIGHT knee; never knew exactly what I did that caused it. Over the last weeks, it got progressively worse to the point that I can hardly walk. Appointment with me knee doctor tomorrow, but I fear surgery is in the cards. No problem, what is to be is to be.

I'm hopeful that recovery will be as quick 'tomorrow' as it was in the past. But at 85, fingers need to be crossed hard. I'll letcha know how it goes But in closing, I have this thought.

Getting old sucks.