Up to my usual tricks. . .

I spent the last weekend in Mostar, having a great time with Maria, Lisa, and Dee. I must relate a spectacular experience, however. After enjoying a leisurely breakfast on Sunday morning, I moved from the living area to the kitchen to wash the one bowl Maria has. On my way back, I was completely foiled by the three inch difference in floor heights. I took the biggest spill I've had in a long time, crumpling my toes, ankles, knees, and elbows. My peers were quite amazed at my ability to rebound from such a fall without any protruding bones, but that's only because they don't know my history with tripping. No worries - the bowl was saved.