Besides a Montana nose that picks up every snowstorm within three hundred miles, I’ve only got my catcher’s collection of broken bones to kick my butt when a front goes through, but I do believe I will reject any offers to trade.
...hip AND a knee? Man, you’ve got my deepest sympathy.
The knee problem is on me and it is what it is. May get better and may get worse. The hip problem runs in the family and will only get more challenging.