I'm starting to get the hang of this arthritis gig, that I suppose will be my nemesis for the rest of my life. The best news is that there are good days, mediocre days, and very bad days (made slightly better with Tylenol Arthritis). For a while there, I only knew about the bad days, until I went to Memphis and stayed off my feet. I was terrified that when I resumed my normal routine, the pain would be constant. But I was wrong and I'm ever so grateful for that. And now I know it's manageable and my depression has lifted. Life is good again. Hallelujah!