If you can't think of a title is it worth a blog?

Cleaning out my picture file:


And Chicken Little said to Henny Penny "the sky is falling, the sky is falling. We must go tell the king!"


Judith. As usual she defies explanation.


Me, of course. A modern interpretation of the Flying Nun. Stupid head band that looks like a wimple.

Riddle:
How is Elizabeth like a Christmas present?

She's wrapped up in ace bandages. I worked out on the treadmill last night, then used the weight machines at the Y. This morning everything aches. So I have bandages around my upper right leg to stabilize my hamstring, and a bandage around my left calf. Plus I've been doused in Arnica. I'm asking for new legs for Christmas. Bionic ones. Then I will make a cool "ch ch ch" sound when I run.