Baruch zokef k’fufim—Blessed (is the One who) straightens the bent

I gave my foot a trial, er, walk :) last night—I decided that, if I could manage to walk the three blocks to the synagogue for a board meeting and home again with a cane, I was well enough to take a bus to the subway. I’m happy to say that I hardly needed the cane. So Limp-Along Cassidy went back to work today.

Two weeks on two canes had some interesting, and unanticipated, effects. On the plus side, my upper arms are probably stronger now than they’ve ever been, to the best of my knowledge. On the other hand, I didn’t realize until late this morning, walking slowly down the hall at the office half-carrying my cane, that walking with canes has given me a temporary tendency to lean forward when I walk—I really have to remind myself to walk with my back straight. When I go back to my chiropractor, probably in a couple of weeks, he’s going to have his job cut out for him.

The boss welcomed me back with open arms (insofar as one can use such a term in reference to a shomer n'giah black-hatter :) )—and promptly informed me that I probably have another major project coming up. This particular project comes to me (and a few other fine folks) as a complete surprise. Some welcome. [Insert roll-eyes emoticon here.] Well, that's what they pay me for.