Well, I have a snow injury. Cleo said he does not know how I can be so clumsy and Dorothy chimed in that even Pete manages to stay on his feet, mostly. But I fell down and jacked my ankle and knee. I am almost at a standstill and this time of year, that's not good. But it's clear it could be much worse: I could be a bell-ringer for the Salvation Army. All in all, I say it's pretty good to be me.