Time for a new right knee. As you might remember, last year at this time I had my left knee replaced with a new titanium knee. Everything went well, except that the anesthesia shut down my gastric system for a couple of days (a condition called an “ileus”). I’m hoping to avoid that this time around, but if it happens I’ll have that blasted NG2 tube down my nose again. I know the drill. By the time you read this, they should be wheeling me out of the Operating Room to Recovery. Diane is monitoring the situation. Diane’s sister, Carol, is watching over Helen (who is recovering from her diverticulitis attack) so the Kelley manse will resemble a MASH unit this summer. As soon as the Happy Drugs wear off in a day or two, I’ll do a blog update on my condition. I’ll be in Rehab next week and then do a couple of months of physical therapy. My goal is to be able to walk into my Fall Semester classes (beginning the day after Labor Day) without a cane.