Medical Update!

Fighting the war on two fronts is always inadvisable, but here we find ourselves and here is the latest for you:

1. Speaking with Kira on the phone tonight, all is as well as can be expected. There’s some pain and a fair degree of uncertainty as of yet, but we’re chugging right along on the Crawford front. We still have 12 days to wait to find out exactly how big the dude in the other corner is going to be, and how much foil we need to put on the ol’ knuckles.

2. Kmac is doing smashingly well in her rehab and doctors have told Clint to “stop worrying” as they are confident now that she will make a FULL recovery!! While this is indeed encouraging, it is still undetermined just how long that may take, but either way, a year, a week, a month, who cares, our Kmac is making her way home from Oblivion. Head injuries = long roads back and we’re there to take each step with her, no matter how gingerly.

Speaking of gingers…..wait, no, that doesn’t make any sense. Tomorrow is the Mississippi crit, and look for equal portions of Ironclad to be racing and heckling. Are you racing? You’re fair game.

It’s Friday night, it’s raining out, and there are many beers yet to be consumed before we sleep. Not quite Whitman, but close enough.

See you tomorrow!

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.