Crutch, crutch, crutch

The kitty finds it very puzzling, how I crutch around the house.  She crept up on the crutches when I left them propped next to my chair (I now write propped in a huge pile of pillows, surrounded by all the paraphenalia I need to write with -- cup of tea, books, bottle of pain pills, kitten, crutches) and sniffed them suspiciously: what alien beasts are these?

The bone doc agrees: six to eight weeks until I heal.

You would be amazed -- well, I am amazed -- the things that cannot be done when one cannot walk.