...in my younger days I fell off the peak of a skating rink I was shingling and spent 9 weeks in traction and 9 months in a cast. Never thought I live to this ripe old age!
I feel your pain, Doug.
When I was 56, 'took a two-story fall onto concrete and steel grate...2 weeks at a trauma center...3 months in a cast. 'Surgeon told me I shouldn't have survived the fall...'should have died by exsanguination about 90 seconds after hitting the concrete (tibia shattered...femoral artery should have been a sieve - it wasn't even nicked). He told me, having escaped that fate, where and how my back was broken I should have been a paraplegic or a quad...'I'm nether. 'Walked the full length of Las Vegas Blvd-and-back a little over a year later at age 57. (Thank you, God.)
'Will be 76 on Saturday. Like you, I never thought I'd live to see
that either.

(Of course, you and I are only 'punk kids' compared to Neil!

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Regarding Corona:
It's day 82 'in solitary' for the Mrs and me. We're both still fine, praise be to God (...and knock on wood).
I don't believe I've put 30 miles on our 2 daily drivers
combined since the 'lockdown' started. Our UPS and FedEx drivers have put a mile or two more than that on
their rigs though!
The Mrs has 3 "underlying conditions", so
she only leaves the house when it's absolutely necessary...and that's only been about 3 times to date. I'm the "gofer" in any other situation. 'Taking
zero chances with her.
Stay safe, All. As a wise woman often said: "This too shall pass."