Sprained

Damn, I sprained the shit out of my ankle today. Last night, some friends and I went camping on Sevoya Mesa, near the rim of the gorge. I ate some brownies, and they didn't set well, but I still had some fun playing banjo and looking at the stars.

This morning, I was hiking down into the Rio Grande gorge, and I slipped on some loose rocks at the bottom and twisted it something fierce. It hurt a lot.

But, I hobbled down to the river and baptized my friends' baby son. Hey, they asked me! I baptized him in the name of the Creator, and welcomed him to earth.

I hobbled back up, and I hobbled back here to watch my pretty man ankle turn into a cankle.