Well, after all, I'm 62. I don't really feel that old other than my knees. The surgeon will tell me tomorrow what will happen to them. I think he might suggest chopping my legs off above the knees and gluing titanium joints in their place. I must admit that I am not looking forward to that.
But thanks for the birthday wishes. Next year at this time I will be 63 and my knees will be 1. We will both have about the same life expectancy.
Well, this is my message from Starbucks this morning.
By the way, I like my coffee black.....very black.
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