My dad was on a business trip in the Netherlands this past week. He managed to trip over some kind of construction object blocking the sidewalk. Ended up needing about seven stitches. He also broke his right arm, which is his only useful arm.
He’s back in Greenville now, but can’t really type, with his right arm in a cast. Should make doing his job rather interesting, er, difficult. He was struggling to do the laundry when I called this morning.
Let’s hope he gets better soon. And doesn’t have to go to the Netherlands quite so often.