It is 5:00 am, dark, cold outside, and I lying on my bed with a broken back. This is just the worst thing to happen to a man who is intent on not sitting still. I move with severe pain and can not get comfortable. I have 8 weeks of this, at least. Of course, I feel thankful it was not worse. Easily could have been worse. One centimeter and it would have been terrible. On Thursday I broke 4 vertebra. Rushed to the hospital. I kept telling the doctor it felt just in the muscle, just muscular, right? He would not answer me and I knew it was bad. CT scan showed what I know now -- L1 - L5 transverse process broken. Needless to say it was a long weekend. I feel thankful for those who have shown such true kindness. Now I will dream up some adventure or another, some plan to get me far out of the bed. Maybe Alaska. Spring. Or something to look forward to in late winter: Mexico. Always there.