I have made the decision to have my knee surgery next fall. That gives me the spring and summer to raise feeder pigs, Cornish Cross Dirty Birdies, the garden and wind them down, sell, can, pack in the freezer and get it all down to a more manageable level for BJ to cut my slack while I recover. I'm ready to deal with this danged knee and get on with life. Thanks to Carson and Trip in January, they slammed into the back of my knee at warp speed with 225 pounds of brute force, and I did an immediate face plant in the dirt howling with pain. They were delighted, thinking I wanted to play, they jumped and drooled all over me until I could use Trip to push up on and crawl to the gate. I couldn't walk for about a week, but they knocked the knee joint forward and somehow, that relieved the pain I've been living with. Weird, huh? Anyway, I'll be using the upcoming year to do what I do, and prepare for being down for awhile. Then I'll be up and going again. There will be no stopping me.