Man small, why fall? Skies call, that's all. Last sunday I took to the skies again. It was wonderfully uneventful and only remarkable for the utter lack of fear, once the door opened. It was scary right up to that point, though!
Anyhow, I've recovered yet another bit, which feels abfab. Work remains, though. The docs still don't have a handle on the concentration bit (they say it'll fade in time), no squash or badminton yet, and the ankle looks like it's going to remain blocked, but fortunately only in it's downward flex, which means the only real problem I'll have is that I'll need to replace my boots (try fitting boots if you can't flex your ankle... not easy :). Ah well. Iris didn't want me riding a bike anyhow :) The skydiving season 2002 was short for me, two weeks into the season I manage to take myself out, and this week is the last, and the weather is horrible now. Ah well, I'll manage a few more jumps. Looks like I'll need to travel to get my years' quotom done... just 70 more in 2 months... in the autumn... that'll teach me to crash when the season starts :) I warned you this was OT :) Emile --------------------------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe, e-mail: [EMAIL PROTECTED] For additional commands, e-mail: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
