Polka Peascods Downfall

No s--t, there I was in Dragonsspine, kingdom of the Outlands. We had been feted and welcomed by the seneschal and baron & baroness, and Justin was playing Visiting Laurel Dancemaster. We were dancing the last dance of the evening, Gathering Peascods, to the peppy Polka arrangement. Splat! I tripped -- either on my garb hem or over my own two feet, and fell hard onto the concrete patio. Owwwww! I hurt my shoulder, bad. Eventually I was persuaded to let memorman escort us to the hospital to get it checked out. They took x-rays, and apparently I've broken my shoulder! I declined surgery there in Colorado, but got it all bound up with big velcro straps and will see a Boston orthopedist on Monday for whatever treatment seems required: a pin, a cast, or whatever. (Yes, I've talked with my primary care physician and she endorses the delay.)

It's not quite "so there I was climbing Pikes Peak" but it's still a pretty decent story...

GIP

One of my new looks, from Mike & Crystal's wedding

GIP 2

The everyday "new me."