For those of you who sent well wishes to we beat up old folks, thank you so much. It's nice to know I have friends out there in cyber space who care! And it is deeply appreciated.
We're both still mighty achy. We were told it would get worse before it would get better. No joke there. I've been thinking about how much doing donuts on ice is like a lump of butter being tossed around in a food processor. It taxes the body to a fare-the-well! I don't know what careening through the median and barrel pit can be compared to. More of the same only rougher.
It has brought our troops to mind. Pain. What we're feeling is nothing compared to what our wounded warriors suffer. My thoughts and prayers that go out to them constantly are no longer quite so abstract.