Sitting around, scrolling thru photos on the iPad, trying to muster up just an ounce of motivation to start work on my presentation due tomorrow @ 17:00 hrs. My mom is on the phone in the porch with someone and couldn't help but overhear the conversation about doctors and illness and that sort of thing. And then she said something that went like this:
"My doctor said I need to walk with a stick and I asked him: How do you expect me to dance?"
I figured that was the cue I was waiting for.