I broke my freakin’ ankle
So, I go to take advantage of the summer-like weather by playing some disc-golf... and long story short: I end up breaking my ankle in three places. Six hours later, I'm back at home. The emergency room put a temp-cast on and I go in to see the ortho people tomorrow for probable surgery. Nice. That's what you call "extreme frisbee". I have pictures.
A big thanks to Rich Cleary for spending half his Sunday taking care of me.