Okay, what have I been up to, you ask? “and of course you won’t.” Just joking. That’s a line from a book that our beloved Betty White wrote several years ago. I’m still here, but it has been quite the year for this old girl. A year ago this month, I tripped and went splat on our kitchen floor. I landed on my artificial knee. Made of titanium, it didn’t budge and rammed into my femur, which split almost up to my hip. I was airlifted to Harborview Trauma Center in Seattle, where I was put back together. A foot long plate, four huge bolts and several screws. Two weeks there, then 30 days in a rehabilitation nursing home. (a whole nother story) Then several weeks in a wheelchair, physical therapist visits, finally a walker, then a cane. The horrible year was about to end and 10 months to the day later, for some reason, I passed out in the kitchen and crumbled to the floor. No drinking involved. The same artificial knee wouldn’t budge, and my tibia snapped, and my ankle crumbled. Back to the trauma center. Two weeks there, over Christmas and New Years, then to a nursing home for two weeks and now. I’m just beginning to use my trusty walker again. I’m able to sit comfortably at my computer and so want to reconnect to the network of folks that surely by now are asking Kathleen who? So that’s my story of this past year. I’ll take questions now: