I was on my way out to take the dog for a walk when my wife stopped me at the door. "You should," she suggested, "take a hat, and a jacket, and maybe an umbrella." She looked up at the rapidly greying clouds scudding across the sky. "I've got a bad feeling about this," she said.
"Oh, so what," I asked. "You've got The Force, now?"
"No," she answered. "I've got The Arthritis."