What a great...and crappy...week

Sunday, July 3. Johnny's 1 Year birthday party. All aunts and uncles, godparents and grandparents were there. It was a great time, the right way to begin what was to be a great week.

Monday, July 4. Happy birthday, USA!

Tuesday, July 5. Johnny's real birthday. Next time, I'll write about his actual birth. Also that AM, I got my first job decline in Tampa. This was as a medical sales recruiter. Very surprising, but not totally shocking. Much more disapointed than angry. I waited until Wednesday to tell everyone about it.

Thursday, July 6. Got a call from the Tampa YMCA. They were hiring someone else. Even though I was their #1 candidate AND he called me to apply for the position. This is the 3rd chance the Y has had to bring me on. Their loss, as I'm not planning to apply for another Y job again.

Saturday, July 8. On a ride with John Matthews, Mike Martinez. Out on Centerville Road. We were about 13 miles from town. I truck comes up behind us, laying on the horn. I was about 3 feet to the left of the white line. Both Mike and I were waving him on to pass us. There was no traffic (it was 7.30AM). I moved all the over to the right, white line. He came up right behind me, right passenger mirror nipping me on my left shoulder. He passed me and clipped John on his shoulder, causing John to crash. I ran over John, flipping head first and landing on my right side.

I got up, as did John, and he yelled to Mike: "Go get that @^#% tag number." He laid back down, and his left forearm had a big bumb; Ithought it was a compound fracture. Turns out it wasn't. Mike never got his tag.

My right ribs, elbow, knee and ankle are all sore. But I walked away from it, as did John. It could have been bad. Really bad.