Loyal Slopers will remember my devastating injury on March 28th. Poems were written. Songs were sung. Beautiful women wailed and sobbed.
You would think I'd be all better by now, but I'm not. I would normally not discuss swollen, throbbing body parts in this forum, but my little toe is still unhappy. Thus I am returning to the podiatrist today. Thus I am also unhappy.
I am scheduled to have the bones in my little toe shoved back to where they should be. This is preceded, of course, by a series of shots to numb my foot. And while I'm a pretty tough hombre in the financial markets, when it comes to medical visits, I put on a pink dress, tie a pretty bow in my hair, and shiver quietly in a corner..
So I will be out this afternoon. Although several cathedrals are already filling up with those offering prayers, you may add to this chorus of voices as I seek liberation from my ailment. I do, after all, have to retain my ability to count to 20 for the rest of my days.