Torture is going to a square dance and being unable to dance.

Yesterday afternoon, I fell on a stupid little step in Albuquerque’s Old Town while taking Andy Finch and his wife around to see the sights and twisted my ankle. I spent the afternoon “rice-ing” it (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation) and went to the first night of the Wilde Bunch’s Chase the Chile, where I enjoyed the potluck and didn’t particularly enjoy watching other people dancing while I couldn’t (the “rest” part of RICE).

So I’m not dancing…not calling…and I’m not at the workshops this afternoon. Maybe with continued icing and some ibuprofin, I can dance C2 tomorrow morning at the ACES Balloon Fiesta weekend (yet another dance event in Albuquerque that I can’t do).