....Ow.

Background: My sister's wedding is planned for this Saturday at 5 PM. She and her fiance, JMH, were planning to get married in a very casual ceremony (where 'casual' means 'khakis and sundresses' - they DO live on an island) outside the house JMH has been building for them. Literally building, as in he is a super-handyman like dayoff and can construct functional homes out of paperclips, teacups, and a box of Nerds candy.

Two days ago, however, JMH was working on the roof -- functionally three stories up -- when his ladder collapsed underneath him. He has broken his arm, his tailbone, and at least one lumbar vertebra. (However, he is alive, and he is not paralyzed. That says to me that someone's guardian angel deserves OT pay.)

So he's in the hospital, hopped up on morphine. He still swears vehemently that the wedding is ON, even if we all have to stand around his hospital bed. He's in a lot of pain, but when I phoned him today he was in remarkably good spirits.

Maybe he was just relieved that Ernesto didn't slam into the island - which was a very real possibility, this time yesterday.

So... I'm going to a wedding this weekend. Or possibly to visit JMH in the hospital. Or -- a disturbingly likely juxtaposition -- both.

I am going to tease him FOREVER AND EVER about not being in his right mind when he married my sister.