When I said "Give me a break. . ."

. . .two broken wrists were not exactly what I had in mind. The Punster is typing on my behalf. I seem to have caught my shoe on a rough spot on the floor at Israeli folk dancing last night, and I broke my fall with my hands. The good news is that I did not hurt my back or my head. The bad news is that I am in casts that go over my elbows on both arms, and can barely type while holding a pencil between my fingers and tapping the keys with the eraser. So you will not be hearing much from me for the next month or so. Please put in a kind word upstairs for Léah bat Esther v' Ozer.