Just when you complain about not finding enough time to write, fate turns your toe and puts you on crutches with an acute fracture of the fifth phalanx. Now it's just me and the laptop. Who will I blame now if my characters just sit and stare at each other? Wow. I just thought of something. I may be on crutches for my trip to Vegas. Nice. Let's see how long it takes me to get through the security checkpoint. And how am I supposed to wear my presentation powersuit in this contraption on my foot. Does anyone know where I can find some stylish orthopedic platforms?