Step and Fetchit if You Can

We are back from our holiday by the lake. It was very pleasant and lovely on the beach though I managed to wrench my arm swimming in rough water. I now have a duff shoulder to go with my gammy leg. They are both on the right side which means I am nicely balanced. The problem arises now when we are out in the car. The better half has a frozen shoulder so I have become designated driver for the last six months. Now we have to flip a coin to see who loses and gets to agonize over the gearshift. I can hear a chorus of why don't you walk? Would that I could . Gammy leg, remember? I am doing the male thing and ignoring it until it either falls off or gets better. I don't much care at this point what happens as long as there is no mess involved. The newest tiny baby was seen quickly on our way home and looks now very much like his mother. He is still quite tiny but as newborns go is BIG! Tonight we go down to visit the skybox with the million dollar view where number three child has parked herself. I must bring my camera. It is on the 14th floor. Just thinking about it makes me ill. The balcony and I will forever remain strangers. The day I found out that high buildings sway in the wind was the day I vowed to stay as near terra firma as much as humanly possible. If it wasn't for the fact that I am related to the proud tenant of this place nothing would get me up there. I am wondering how the cat is doing and if he knows he has left Earth forever. Poor beast. Must go and rest my limbs in case the quarter lets me down.