Happy birthday to me

It’s been a rough week, but I made it to 70. And like Joe Biden, I can hardly bring myself to say it. I mean, wasn’t I just 30?

My new knee was actually doing great until last Wednesday, when I forgot to bring my water shoes (especially the one with the lift) to aqua therapy. “Oh, what the hell,” I thought. “I’ll do it anyway.” So I did a mile on the treadmill, and woke up Tuesday in excruciating pain in my hip and knee. (The knee still hurts.) Oy.

And then my blood pressure went sky-high all week.

Here’s hoping this year is a good one!