Stepping off the last step in our garage, I twisted my ankle and landed hard on the concrete floor. A visit to the Medical Center on Block Island netted me an air cast, crutches and a lot of sympathy.
Turns out that my foot is broken, ankle sprained, so I got upgraded to this attractive boot. Several weeks later I have cleaned out lots of files, started a couple of new books, caught up on correspondence and painted a LOT.
Could be a lot worse!
