Okay, some of you guys know this already, but I tore my calf muscle! Damn damn damn. Playing basketball, of course. Turned to catch the pass, and POP! Rest, ice, compression, elevation. I repeat, damn. Out for weeks. Luckily, I have a cane, ace bandages, all that kind of jock-injury stuff. In fact I had a pair of crutches up until last year, but I gave them away. Just as well. The cane works, and it lets me do my Gregory House imitation: limping and angry.