Sir Tony, I thought it was funny too, will buy two donkeys, one for you and one for me. Sir Jerry alluded to some sweaty, good work on his cattle ranch, disaster averted.
My problem for the last two months was a disaster not averted, resulting in a blue ball of foot. The scene of my disaster:
The usually dry ditch had green algae slime in it and I did not look before I stepped into it. Ended up on my back with right foot kicking just wrong into point of a landscaping block overhanging other side of ditch:
I vividly remember feeling a couple of snap-crackles in my foot. I jumped up and looked to see if anyone had seen my vaudeville-worth slapstick gag, then finished mowing, walking on my heel, pretending like nothing happened.
I am feeling fit to shoot as soon as the heat lets up. Still mostly miserable here. I need to rock and roll on that right foot.
Ron aka "Rip" for Riflecrank Internationale Permanente NRA Life Benefactor and Beneficiary .458 Winchester Magnum, Magnanimous in Victory THE WALKING DEAD does so remind me of Democrap voters. Donkeypox.