While out with Kate yesterday, doing a bit of shopping, my dear spouse tripped on an uneven bit of sidewalk, fell, and broke her ulna.
Sigh.
As breaks go, this one’s not terrible: Not much pain, no surgery, no cast, just a sling. But it’s her dominant arm, which means she’s out of commission for much of anything until it heals.
“Into every life…” as they say. But I’m beginning to consider building an ark.
