"pop" goes the ankle

... at last night's ball game. Just in time for tomorrow's move, and Sunday's gig, and Tuesday's trip to Saskatchewan. Nothing broken, but a "bad sprain."

The last time we moved, in the summer of 2003, I had just returned from Zimbabwe and was sick, sick, sick... Julie has been musing out loud about my amazingly "coincidental" timing...

Thank God for the terrific community of folks that is helping us out... from the ride in Dave's truck to get the "air cast" boot thingy that I hope will allow me to hobble around Saskatchewan with backpack and guitar next week... to Sheri and Arnold and Emily and Dawn and Angie helping us finish (?!) packing tonight... to the army of folks with pickups and vans and willing arms who will help us tomorrow... and I heard something about supper tomorrow night...

We are indeed blessed. And grateful.

Please pass the ice pack.