Grab bag here, and a quickie post…
Yesterday was our anniversary, 15 years! Woot. Great dinner, and life is good.
Then at 10:10PM, Tate has a seizure. I was not really sleeping so apart from the panic it wasn’t too disruptive. Apart from the trauma of the seizure.
Then, as I was bolting down the hall to address the seizure, my left corner finder ahem I meant little toe catches the corner of the wall.
Net Result: Broken little toe, and a shitload of pain, a couple weeks of hobbling around are in my future.
And the weekend bicycling? Fuhgeddaboutit