I'm sitting in a big rec room at a rehab center close to my house and feeling very angry with myself. Last Saturday I forgot to fasten my seatbelt when my daughter was driving my van. She had to slam on the brakes and I went flying across the big empty area where I get my wheelchair in and out. This resulted at a break in my left distal femur, the top of my knee. So here I am, now my Christmas items to sell at the gallery won't get there and the several personal gifts will not get made. I won't be able to drive for six weeks. At least I have some colored pencils and watercolor pencils here to play around with. No clay here, either. I'll get back to you.