A bout of gout but no trout

This thing is getting old. With seemingly no direct cause (a steak four days ago?), I have come down with another Seussian bout of gout. Unlike the day we had the goodbye lunch for David Balcom, there was no trout on the menu. I’ve managed to do most meetings from my desk. The only real issue has been the few trips up and down the Crow’s Nest stairs. Did I mention that it’s the right foot this time. Ack.