It’s been just under a month since my agonizing fall in the Sierra Nevadas (slippery snow, flat on my back). I’m happy to report that I’m somewhere between 65% and 70% recovered. I still walk around like an 80 year-old, but without a cane. Simple exertions that caused horrible pain two or three weeks ago (getting out of bed, climbing out of a car, coughing or sneezing) don’t hurt as much now. Lifting anything heavy (like groceries) is still a dicey idea, but at least I’m off the pain meds. I won’t be able to leap into the air and click my heels like Fred Astaire for another couple of weeks, but the worst is over. Right now I’m just trying not to bang into anything or, God forbid, slip on a banana peel.