Found out Tuesday when I was in Santa Barbara for my quarterly tests that I actually had a "minimally displaced fracture" according to the radiologist's report. BFD. My bruises and swelling are just about gone, so I'm not concerned. I kind of think it's funny -- "Look, I really did fall THAT hard!"

Life is good. My roses are blooming like crazy. I keep cutting bouquets for friends, and you can't even tell any are missing. Fourth of July, with its red and white and yellow stripes, bloomed today.

Tonight I went to Cal Poly to see Lura, a Cape Verdean singer, perform with her band. Great fun. At one point I couldn't help myself, I got up and danced. I never, ever do that at concerts. She was just the way I had imagined her from listening to her CD.

But the highlight of my day was going to the salon to have hot molten wax applied to my legs, then pulled off, ripping all the hair on my legs out by the roots. I lay there thinking, isn't this a violation of the Geneva Conventions?