I have nothing much to say tonight. I'm in the midst of the worst attack of gout I've ever had. It started last week with pain in my elbows and increased to pain in every joint on Saturday night, and became almost unbearable Sunday through Tuesday. I thought I had it beat on Wednesday, but then the pains concentrated in my feet and ankles, while the side effects of the Colchicine set in. I'm still fighting it tonight. All in all a lovely way to spend the week.
Today is the one year anniversary of my wife's kitchen accident where her shirt caught on fire while making dinner. (You can read all about it in the archives. It's a fairly depressing story) She was extremely lucky and didn't require surgery - at least not yet - there are still two places on her arms where the doctors are debating. With the exception of those two spots, she's about 90% healed physically. She's off visiting a friend in Vermont for the weekend.
So dear readers, I think I'll be taking the weekend off from blogging too. Looking at my feet and ankles, the weather, work and family commitments, I know I won't be tending the fire this weekend. I hope you get a chance to get out there and stoke the flames.