So yesterday Senor called me and said, "I've been in an accident but I am okay." I came rushing out of work happy that I had happened to drive to work so I could leave right away and head over. He had taken the motorcycle. He was alright. I mean, a crushed pinky finger tip and a hematoma or two, a torn ligament in the foot, some other cuts and bruises. But, you know, breathing, standing up and calling me means "alright" in my book. He had full gear on, despite the heat or whatever other excuse you can come up with. And so all the skin is intact. Today he is very sore and tired. With more bumps and bruises coming up and to attention that was focused elsewhere yesterday. Today is nap time.