Most T or C dumpsters are more permissive. These two are just having a bad day.
Hillsboro, New Mexico
|Same German tourist? I'm not alarmed.|
For no particular reason, on Friday night I broke my foot. Three times. Through the fog of pain I thought things like "this is worse than labor," which shows you how delirious I was. My duck-luck was holding, though, and I wasn't alone; my friend took care of everything, and "everything" was A LOT. I'm not going to go into detail, but pain does weird things to a body.
So, now I'm on crutches waiting for my orthopedic appointment tomorrow morning in Las Cruces. My previous plan was Florida, so we'll see what kind of magic cast they can put on my flipper so I can drive cross-country.