Ouch

Today, in a move of stunning grace and coordination, I slipped while finishing a run with the dog, on one of the last remaining patches of ice on my block. As a result, I now have an ankle the size of a grapefruit and nothing to do put mess around on the computer. I'm tired of losing at solitaire, so I'd like to hear some Irish Fest music while I sit here with foot elevated and dream of warm, ice-free August weekends. Care to join me? Forgive me if I don't dance. Here are the Kelihans.