I made it through all the snow and ice this winter only to hurt myself on a beautiful, 70 degree day. I stepped off the front porch steps Monday and twisted my ankle, badly. I suffered a fracture in my fibula and will be in this pretty purple cast for three weeks and then a boot for another three, possibly four. The shearer comes today and I won't even be able to be out in the barn, let alone help. Well, I guess I will get caught up on all the reading I've been wanting to do.