The nice weather has ended and the rain is resuming, along with the colder temperatures. This must be what had our buddy, Larry, packing up his stuff to begin the trek back to the north. Gracie is going to be really bummed out because she's enjoyed sleeping with him and sitting on his lap.
The ankle is still tender, but with the use of a brace and some Aleve I've still been able to play. I'm not playing with the usual wild abandon that I'm used to, but at least I'm still out there.
This actually may have been a blessing in disguise as I find I'm placing my shots much better now. If the opponent can't return it, I don't have to run. But I am being as reasonable as possible since I want to enjoy playing the rest of the month. That and I wasn't getting nearly enough sympathy from either Left Brain or Larry.
Long Live the Limping Queen