Gary broke his leg Saturday night. He was working and stepped off a ladder. He said he thought he was on the second rung up and he was on about the fourth. You know how that is, have you ever been going down steps and thought you were at the bottom and suddenly find out you are not. He hit the ground and knew right away it was broken. He was by himself and called 911 from his cell phone. After the ER ordeal, they admitted him and did surgery Sunday morning at 8:00. I stayed at the hospital all day yesterday. He keeps telling me not to worry, but that's like telling me not to breathe. He also keeps telling me....now you have TWO to wait on. This morning...(Monday) I am waiting on his call to tell me to come get him at the hospital. His car is in JC. We will have to figure a way to get it home....but we will survive...it could be worse. I'm glad I have someone to "LEAN" on!