Black is the New Cast

The alternate title of this posting could be "smell my cast."  Quite an offer, no?  JT often invited me to do just that over the last few weeks.  I deferred, because my mama didn't raise a fool.  And now I'll never have the opportunity.  Yesterday, after three weeks of funky-smelling, casted glory, JT's thumb got sprung.

As the last-minute photos of the cast reveal, it was none too soon.  For the next three weeks, he's going to wear a chic black brace whenever he's involved in any activities (which is to say unless he is asleep).  He can shower without having his arm wrapped in a plastic bag.  The thumb has healed well and is ready to take its rightful place alongside the other nine fingers.