I have been slowed this week after suffering an inline fracture of my right wrist.  Yes, this is my writing hand.  It happened Monday evening at the height of the snowstorm here in Portland when my right knee buckled after slipping on some ice in a nearby road (where I was walking to avoid slipping on an unplowed sidewalk, irony already noted) and I fell on my wrist.  That hurt, but not nearly as much as the "reduction" two days later at my orthopedic visit.  A "reduction" is a very nice doctor way of saying "resetting the bone".  While I did not pass out, or cry, I am unashamed to admit there was some yelling involved.  Actually, I was quite proud of myself for being able to focus enough to re-enact the "Kelly Clarkson" scene in the 40-year-old Virgin.

So my blogging might be a little less than usual the next couple of weeks while I heal up.  Also, no Christmas cards this year, since writing with my left hand is pretty much like a child scrawling his first words.  Lots of frozen dinners in place of cooking dinner too.  (Anybody who'd like to cook for me is more than welcome to, I'll buy the food!)