The doctor called it a FOOSH. How’s that for an opener. It means fall on an outstretched hand. I fell on two hands hard enough to set off my Apple watch. It bonged with an inquiry – Did I need EMS services? Trying to answer quickly took my mind off the pain for a minute.
Okay, I’ll back up a little. Recently, I was walking the sweet pittie Leela and stepped in a gopher hole. Suddenly I was in flight over the grass to the nearby driveway. It ended kind of well because I only fractured the radial bone at the elbow joint. Could have been a wrist or a hand. Maybe a win?
Leela never noticed anything was amiss and I never let go of the leash. Kind of impressive.
Bottom line is I’m typing a little less for a while.
Combine that with everyone asking me – what happened in the 31 years between Book 12 and Book 13 of The Leira Chronicles (I thought you guys would think, it’s been a long time – stuff must have happened. I can hear Anderle shaking his head and snorting with laughter) – and my inability to get to Italy just yet – it’s obvious what to do.
I’m going to pull book 13 so I can write the 8 books that need to go in between and then get back to the future. Yeah, I said it. So, stay tuned. A lot more Leira coming your way, just not yet… So many more adventures to follow.