I am sitting in a hotel room in Missoula waiting for housekeeping to "do" the room so I can take a nap. My shoulder is healing; next week I will begin the first full week (of many) of physical therapy sessions. I am already doing some exercises.

Just for Amos I will now post my favoritest poem in the whole world:

I am Jesus' little lamb
He has made me what I am
He will wash me white as snow
What a dirty job for little Jesus.