Fooled you, didn't I? I'll bet you thought you'd see the same blasted page that's been up here for months, didn't you? Goodness, even Christmas has passed since I updated this site. If I waited much longer, the Easter Bunny would be nipping at my heels. Guess what? I'm part bionic now. Yep. Early in December, I had my right knee totally replaced with something new and shiny. Anyway, I hope it was. I'd hate to think they put some rusty old parts in there. I disliked using a walker when I came home. The squeaky thing made me feel old. I wasn't about to go outside with it imagining people would start clucking their teeth at me and saying things like, “Dear, dear, do sit and rest a bit.” or stuff like that. I didn't like using a cane, either. That lasted about two weeks. What did last a long time was not having the energy to come in here and turn on the computer. The turning on part wasn't hard. It was sitting that got to me. I could only be in the same position for a very short time then I'd have to change. Oh, and did I tell you a sliced up, stapled together black-and-blue leg was painful? I'd expected it to be, so that wasn't a surprise. What did surprise me was I think they trashed more than my knee after they conked me out. Yep, I'm sure of it. They must have done something like, maybe a brain-drain? Hmm, liposuction of the brain through my ears? I lost the ability to have one stinking original thought. Huh! That ruled out writing. After six weeks went by, I forced myself to come in here every day. Sometimes, I stared at the screen and worked on one paragraph for hours. Not a long one, either. Have you any idea how frustrating that was? I wailed and near pulled out my hair, fearing I'd lost my imagination. Three writer friends decided we would critique together for a long weekend down in Fort Wilderness at Disney. We're in Florida, so we didn't have to worry about freezing our tookus' off. We stayed up until past midnight working on our manuscripts, got up early and started where we left off. When we got back, I discovered my imagination hadn't gone. It was hibernating for the winter. This guy still reminds me of a frustrated chicken on steroids. Oh no! Maybe he witnessed one of his lady loves being fed to a hungry eagle!