If only they gave frequent flyer points.
This time, I tripped over our cat and landed knee/elbow first on the pavers.
If they ever make a program in the vein of "World's most incredibly foul language aimed at a pet" I'm in front by miles.
OTOH, I got to spend the weekend and yesterday in a rather pleasant opiate-induced fog, didn't have to do the dishes, and even got me a loan of one of those electric scooters. I've wanted one for 30 years but could never really justify the cash.
These are more fun than is decent for a person to have, and because they are designed with morbidly obese Americans in mind, are perfect for lugging one's gear around and "Jousting" with other, equally infantile patients.
Alas they want it back at the end of the month.
"From my cold, dead fingers"
