This hasn’t been our best week. I came home from a ride while Danita was at the pool. Without thinking, I locked the garage door. When Danita came home, I was in the shower and couldn’t hear the doorbell. Danita didn’t know where the emergency key was. She spent quite a bit of time ringing the doorbell and banging on doors.

I took my bike to the bike store because the gear shifter wasn’t working properly. The store found and fixed a problem, but it turns out there was also a second problem. I tried to fix it but I only made it worse. After walking my bike home, I took it back to the store. I turned a minor problem into a multi-hundred problem.

While I was doing not good things to the bike, Danita was working in our garden. She was trying to remove a plant. The shovel slipped. She fell. Hard. She scraped her legs and bumped her head. But the real damage was her wrist. It appears her tendon in her left hand pulled some bone away. It appears that everything will heal itself eventually. Danita will call an ortho guy newt week to make sure. In the mean time, I am her … what? I can’t be a lady in waiting, because I’m not a lady. Man servant sounds better, but Danita isn’t a man. I can be her sous chef, but that is only for cooking.

Here’s a quick picture taken surreptitiously, offered without comment. I wish it had come out better, but I really didn’t want to embarrass anybody. I hope this finds everybody doing well.