Setbacks offer opportunity for... what?

I’ve been totally bummed out this week. Even before last week’s paper was printed with my ode to spring, I knew I was having a setback.

I don’t deal well with setbacks.

I want life to proceed smoothly, without interruptions and without failures.

Oh, well.

About three weeks ago, my right knee started feeling a little funny. It wasn’t bending very well, and if I set it down wrong while I was walking, there would be a twinge.

A week later there was more than a twinge, so I took about three days off from my walks with the dog, applying ice packs when possible. Samar the Brave, Defender of Irbydale...