My leg hurts. Oh yeah, I'm complaining. It is quite mysterious, but I've had so many knee injuries, I don't remember if this was the one that ended my interest in skiing, or if it goes all the way back to the biking accident! My husband was a burn victim with the appropriate scars. I joke that the only reason I married him was because he had more scars than I did! All mine involved suddenly not moving: i.e., high speed encounters with an object or surface that was tougher than skin, bone, or ligament.

I guess this means that I can never move up north. S'ok. I grew up here, so snakes, scorpions, and cacti seem normal.