Well, tomorrow is our big Holiday Hoopla and I didn't get a chance to go and get fudge in Frankenmuth like I wanted to. You know that old saying, that old age creeps up on you. Well, take my word for it, sometimes it gallops and carries a whip. I was at the Dr. office twice last week because I had such a horrible cold. Well, on Weds. my left foot was hurting but I thought that I had just bruised it. On Thurs it was hurting worse but I was busy and didn't really think to much about it. Well, finally about 6:00 in the evening I took my shoe and sock off and my foot was red and swollen. So this morning I called to see if I could get a Dr. appt and they said that I could see a physician's assistant. I took it. She took one look at my foot and told me that I have gout. What? I'm not old enough. I don't eat rich foods. None of that matters. It is gout. She gave me two prescriptions and assured me that it's probably just a temporary attack and might not recur for many years. I can only hope. Well, it's time to get to bed so I can be bright eyed and busy tailed tomorrow. After the Holiday Hoopla I'm going to a wedding reception. Guess I won't be dancing much.