It's been building for a while. Turned 50 a couple weeks ago. Had my knee scoped 5 weeks ago, cartilage and a bunch of bone spurs cleaned up. Had a MRI done on the heal of my other leg, which has been giving me trouble for a couple years. Comes back a couple days before my knee sugery that I have a high grade partial tear of the achilles tendon. So now I wear a "boot" when I have physical therapy, doctor apt. or have to do much walking. The knee is giving me a lot more trouble than I expected, and this is from a guy with two artifical hips, so been down this road before. Did some new exercises in therapy yesterday, was shaking like a little girl, sweat running off me, not bouncing back like I had hoped, but dealing with it. The thing that drove it home today was, of all things, the laundery hanging out on the line. For the first time in recent history, going into late summer, there are no uniforms, practice jerseys, or related paraphernalia in the wash. I took a shot a few years ago of the clothes line in the fall, trees in full color, line full of uniforms, memories.