Yesterday I was out all day and came home to find the second half of the lawn mowed. Chico did it. I asked,
"So did you use your crutches until you got to the lawn mower and then you put them down?"
"Yup." He also took out the garbage and recycling last week.
Meanwhile I mourn my old, scar-tissue-free lip. I don't know how Chico maintains his good cheer in the face of all his reconstruction and pervasive scar tissue. I do know that it is not effortless. Therefore I'll cover my small scar with sunblock, wear a hat and pick up the slack in the chores.