A few weeks ago, right before the really nice weekend we had, it happened. I was looking forward to getting in one last round without dressing up like an Eskimo. Sometimes at the height of our reveries, when our joy is at its zenith... when all is most right with the world... the most unthinkable disasters descend upon us. While climbing down from a lift at work, my right foot missed the last step and went to the floor bending my left in an awkward position. I spend the weekend resting it, but it has been giving out on me. I finally caved and went to the doctor who ordered up an MRI which I had done this morning. At any rate, it looks like my year is definitely done. On the bright side, it didn't happen in the spring when the season is just getting started.