This will be brief as I am typing with my left hand. I probably should have been a lefty all along, of course, and would have been if only there had been one more pair of green-handled scissors in my kindergarten class. Friday, about 3 a.m., I woke up to the worst pain I have ever known and found that I coundn't move my right arm. Full stop. By Sunday morning, I was going out of my skull. I went to the doctor. She thought that I may have dislocated my arm and sent me to the מוקד לרפואה דחופה moked which is like the ER staffed with specialists. I was promptly dispatched to orthopedics, the to x-ray and then, back for treatment. Twenty minutes after the x-ray upstairs, I was admiring how photogenic I am on the inside. The doctor explained that the Strait of Gilbraltar was a big tear through a tendon in my right shoulder and that what looked ever so much like Australia was a continent of calcium. The combined result was pain. His temporary solution involved a very large needle and a drug called Diprospan. I would make a really bad drug addict. I left in a sling. My boss at the university asked me to come to work even if I am typing with just one hand. So, I am off!