Tuesday night while I was doing my evening chores, I felt something "pop" in my left foot. The pain was extreme, to the point of almost passing out. I spent Wednesday at the VA finding out I have a dislocated bone in the arch of my left foot. The Doc thinks it will go back in with the taking of some high powered anti-inflammatory pills, but insists I stay off it for a week. The Doctor couldn't understand why I laughed when he said that. I explained that ranches/farms don't run themselves. Well, when the neighbors found out what was going on they started showing up in force. All the chores are getting done and even a few projects I had on the burner. Over the years I've come to appreciate my neighbors and try hard to be one too. It's always a little humbling to realize just how good a neighbors you have when you really need them-one of the best parts of living in farm/ranch country.