Yes, I’m still alive. I’ve just been subsumed in other…things.

We had a big party last Saturday. Many came. We had a fire in piece of fire-oriented furniture in our backyard and many sat around it. We all ended up smelling like campfire. It was all a good thing except that I managed to sprain my left (i.e. other) ankle. Good news: it’s nowhere near as bad as I sprained my right ankle in July. Bad news: I can’t believe I’ve sprained both ankles in the space of three months. I’ve never sprained an ankle before in my life. Saturday I was carrying a glass of wine to my mother from the kitchen to outside and managed to miss a flagstone on our front path and fell and sat there holding the half-spilled drink as my friend Tom Tetzlaff came up the sidewalk and asked if there was anything he could do for me and I said: “Yes, find my husband please, ouch.” Me in disbelief on our front path.

It bruised heartily but I can walk on it fine. But still. It derails my burgeoning Nike + iPod running scheme I’d been growing. Heck, I’m making a buck a mile for cancer via Lance Armstrong and Nike. Quite the racket.