Damn, sorry to hear it. So no lights, Christmas decorations, no bass fishing?
Oh, I got two 18” trees, a 6’, and a 9’ up two weeks ago. Lighted mantle garland, the usual. Didn’t bother too much with the outside lights - where we live, nobody is going to see it. Just a string around the door, a Victorian Christmas street lamp, and a pair of 40” Noel candles. I have dusk-to-dawn electric candles in all the front and side windows all year, anyway, so I haven’t gotten out the holiday candelabras in years. Back before we bought this house, I used to go full Clark Griswold - one year, by my count, I had up somewhere in the neighborhood of 15,000 lights, inside and out. NASA could probably have seen us from orbit. And I haven’t been able to pick up a pole for three months, for the most part. Between the anterior rib fracture back in September, falling over in the kitchen last month, and now this, my range of motion is pretty limited. I’ve had a bruise across my tuckus since before Thanksgiving. Connie went for her checkup last week and told the doc what I did, and he didn’t even look up from his laptop. He just shook his head and said, “He’s just falling apart.” When I call him tomorrow, it’ll be my fifth trip there this year, and three of them were/are rib-related.