I fell off the road here at South Monticello Point. I blame the stars. I don't blame myself for turning off the flashlight on accounta watching the stars. You can see how there's no one to blame but Stella.
Annie here in T or C fell just a few days earlier, and I must have thought too hard about that. Now I'm thinking hard about how good her Arnica salve is for pain. Out here on the mesa, Knittin' Jeannie set me up with ice, I took a quick couple of ibuprofen to get ahead of the swelling, and bathed myself in salve. Voila! [That's French for Ain't that sumpin'!]
I forgot to note it on my calendar, but this was Get On the Roof Day. I hope you got the day off and observed it safely.
|Vermont Chris, Andi, Jeannie, and Carol|
I don't want to get braggy about my comfort (yes I do), but I'll tell you anyway that Jeannie knitted me a custom hat and a custom cowl (neck gaiter) out of soft wool. Andi gave me an electric blanket, and Vermont Chris loaned me an extension cord. = WARM AT NIGHT So warm. Really warm. Sure, I sit around acting like I have stuff to do, but I'm really just biding my time until I can go to bed.