Last night, as I walked to Tiffany's house my knee gave out, I limped most of the mile there. KP generously offered to give me a piggyback ride, I instead trudged on and meditated on the piercing pain. 

So this is what it is to get old. 

This is what it is to have your body fail you. 

What next? My elbows? My hands? My mind!?

I was pretty near despondent upon my arrival, rain soaked and an invalid. Luckily for me Tiff was quick with the Truffle Tremor goat cheese and lump crab meat salad.  Not to be outdone, KP went all out and got some Ritz crackers and Ferrer Rocher chocolate. I was already full when the main course of Oprah burgers and Cauliflower mash arrived, but I was back to normal. Ibuprofren had restored my ability to walk unaided and  the fine company restored my good humor and come-what-may attitude.  

Later that night, KP and I watched Britney: For the Record. Towards the end the wise pop princess, all softly lit and wistful said "I gotta stay positive everyday....life can be so cruel" As I rubbed my slightly sore knee I thought to myself..."So true Britney, so true."