Who would have thunk? There's the gentle pitter-patter sound of rain outside my window. The heat wave has temporarily broken. That doesn't make it much easier to have bum leg, but every little bit helps. I've been doing PT, walking in Rod's pool, putting stuff on eBay, playing bike shop, and dreaming—oh, lots of times!—that I can walk without crutches. We'll see what Doc Scovell has to say when I go see him on Thursday. Otherwise: Life's been better. But it could be worse. I'm hanging in there.