Last Thursday, my wife, Susie, fell badly while we were taking a short walk. She broke a bone in her wrist and now has a large, heavy, clumsy cast on her left arm. Over the weekend we thought she had also broken a rib, but x-rays yesterday showed she had not, thank God. For these five days, the larger meaning of the current crisis has faded into the background of my mind as I try to deal with our own small personal crisis. There is no deep lesson from all of this, just a fact of life when you are in your middle eighties.
Thank heavens for pain killers.