Okay, I seem to be getting over whatever it was that had me down.

It's not that happy days are here again, but the sun is shining and I'm looking forward.

I've returned to working on The Artists. This gives me two long stories to write, learning Spanish, learning my digital camera, forcing myself to read poetry, and coping with near constant pain in my knee. I might even tackle an upcoming Anthology.

I did not get a new knee. I am not old enough. Replacement knees only last 15 to 20 years, so you have to be really, really, really bad or at least 65 years old to get a replacement.

Other news: The wife went blind in April because of her diabetes. They operated on the right eye (which was full of blood), doing a vitrectomy and cataract removal. The left eye is a goner due to pre-existing underdevelopment worsened by diabetic retinopathy. She goes to the optometrist this morning to get her new prescription for the right eye. Hopefully, she'll be seeing okie-dokie in a couple weeks.

More other news: Did you see the recent news about depression now being recognized as being an increased risk for heart disease? All this time I was worried about suicide when I should have been doing all I could to lessen my overall chances by exercising more, watching my diet, and reducing stress. Of course, doing nothing could be seen as a long term method of eventual suicide, but that takes all the fun out of offing yourself with spur of the moment stupidity.