Update

It's now nine weeks after the riding accident.  After I got home, my boss from MOW came every day to wash and re-bandage my arm, bless her. This is the third time she's come to the rescue (the other two for breakage due to slip-and-falls, a shoulder and a wrist).  At first I was more inconvenienced by a limp due to my cracked pelvis, but that's worn off.  The elbow is growing new bone over the break and (I think) over the dozen or so screws that currently hold the whole mess together. That's kind of a strange idea,  the opposite of the Bradbury story about the man who wanted his skeleton removed.   I'm under strict orders not to lift anything heavy with my right hand for fear that I'll tear lose all that hardware.  My fingers tingle and my whole right arm vibrates like a bell.  I hope that will eventually go away.  Still, on the whole, I'm very lucky that it wasn't worse.

Meanwhile, the hunt begins for a new horse.  I'm currently looking at Morgans and Morgan crosses.  One ad was for a Morgan/Percheron mare who sounded perfect, but the owners didn't answer repeated phone calls.  We'll see what else is out there.  My trainer is helping me look. If we find something, he will take over Countess, which is very good of him as I can't afford to support two horses.   I've watched Countess give lessons to other riders.  She doesn't really wake up for the inexperienced, making her a safe if dull ride.  Then something clicks in her head and she's a racehorse again, as she was when she threw me.

No worldcon this year, alas, even though someone reports having seen me there.  I hope to make London in '14 and Spokane in '15.

I'm still struggling to write a summary of the next novel for Toni.  It seems to me that there are two more books in the series, so this one has to set up the next and last.  For the longest time, I couldn't face ending this story, not, at least, until I figured out what would happen to the characters afterwards.  Now that's in place, if I feel the need for further short stories.  At the moment, I just want to end while I'm capable of giving it my best.  Watching my mother's descent into dementia and my father's sudden death has make me very aware of mortality.  Falling off horses doesn't help.