It’s been a month and five days since I fell. This picture is the porch I fell from. I’m not sure exactly where my body hit, but it wasn’t on the concrete blocks and stone. I think my body went further out than that.
I got out of the in-hospital rehab a week ago (or maybe it was two weeks ago). Two days ago, we went into the neighborhood market. Before we went there. Karen drove me around town so I could see some of what’s going on, like the excavation for the new Braum’s. Looks like I was right when I quoted the mayor a couple of years ago, saying that this would be a 2026 project.
