So today's my 29th birthday. Normally a quiet affair, regardless, but now with added interest thanks to me slipping down my back porch stairs this past Friday and twisting my ankle. It turns out the ankle (or rather, my fibula) was fractured in the fall, and the orthopedist's best recommendation is a quick surgery to negate any possible long-term problems with the joint. So, Friday morning, I'm going to have the surgery, and then I guess we'll just see! Some of you knew that I'd had an ankle injury already, but this was to just get it out there for those friends of mine I've not already told, or had the chance to tell.