The writer's nightmare

OK, this is a writer's worst nightmare--next to proofreading. I stopped at John Hall Motors for a friendly visit. It had just finished snowing. There was just a dusting to maybe a half inch of light stuff covering the ground. But, that was just enough to cover some glare ice under it caused from melting the day before and refreezing over night.

I was wearing my trusty Sorell boots. They keep my feet nice and toasty and are generally great in this kind of weather. Unfortunately, they are like a 4x4 truck on glare ice. Worthless.

My right hoof found the ice about the same time my left one did. I went up in the air and broke the fall with my right hand which promptly broke my right wrist. Owie.

I boarded the 4 bus for downtown, stopped at my favorite coffee house for a cup and got a bag of ice from them to put on the wrist. By then, it was time for the 16 bus to come around, pick me up, and drop me at Lincoln General. (That's Bryan West these days but it will always be Lincoln General to me and all fans of Terms of Endearment.)

In and out in 45 minutes. It is a broken wrist and tomorrow I get a cast put on. The forecast is for sleet and freezing rain. That would not be good for a guy who has to walk about a mile and a half to reach the doctor.

This is a writer's nightmare I can assure you. My paw is typing all kinds of crap. Thank God I don't have to use white-out on here.