Two days ago I tripped on the last two steps going down to the basement. I put out my hand to break the descent and sprained my wrist, or so I thought. This morning I woke up in a lot of pain and the wrist was really turning some unusual colors, so off to the clinic. Damnit! Broken wrist and a cast going all the way to my elbow. Just no way I want to deal with that in Vegas and traveling in general. Only my second broken bone in 63 years. At least the flight was on SWA, so I just changed to an arbitrary date in March for now, so I don't lose EB. The arm is in a sling and one-handed typing is a bitch.