Jon broke his foot. : ( →[More:]Or his left pinky toe, to be more specific. Walked into a door Monday, poor fellow. By Tuesday morning, the toe and half his foot was purple and swollen. Orthopedist took one look and declared it broken. Confirmed with an x-ray. He's now in one of those removable boots for x-number of weeks (doc said six weeks to heal, but Jon's not sure if he'll have to wear the boot the whole time). And since his job involves being on his feet all day, that's out (summer vacation's starting early). He still hobbles to the corner bodega for his beer, though. ; )

As some may recall, he had a necrotic middle toe on the right foot some years back (I blame Chuck Taylors -- stylish, but not good if you're on your feet all day) and was in a soft cast to his knee for a couple months. As he says, now he has a match set.

Unfortunately, we have a nonrefundable Caribbean cruise out of Miami, with a Portland, Maine, add-on for Jon's sister's engagement party, planned in a few weeks (I knew I should've sprung for that trip insurance). We can still make it, but we may need a wheelchair or one of those transport carts at the airports. Snorkeling excursions and conga lines may be out, but unlimited food, drink (Carnival has a new flat-rate, nearly unlimited booze package now -- hello!), and beautiful beaches are still in, so WTF. Maybe we'll get an extra boot, just in case (one casual, one formal). Carnival even has some wheelchairs on board, worse comes to worse. I'll just have to be careful not to push him in the pool. ; )