Damn it, Stan. That is sad to hear. I saw the photo that Marty posted of you examining your rear suspension, but had no idea of the extent of the damage (physical, financial, time, etc.) that it caused you.
Sorry to hear of that.
Life is full of challenges, Bob - and for the last 10 years or so, I've been a one man stimulus program.
The broken part didn't cause me any physical issues - I'm headed in on Monday for my initial consult with the orthopedic surgeon as the first step for a bilateral knee replacement this winter. I've been walking a few miles a day around DC, eating ibuprofen like candy.
Tuesday is the nuclear stress-test to see where we're at with my pump.
The thing with the flights/rental car was caused by trying to lock everything down while in the midst of mirth and merriment in Brevard. I was concerned about not being able to catch a flight out, and in my haste didn't realize that the website switched the airport on me - I was set to return the car to one airport and fly out of another. I figured this out yesterday, and (rightly) determined that switching the car drop-off was easier than the flight, but I hadn't counted on the "customer service professional" in the Asian subcontinent being completely inept. FWIW, the rental Volvo was surprisingly nice.
No matter, we got it done.
So... here I sit at the gate in the correct (but wrong) airport, flight boarding in 2 looooong hours, killing time on the 'ol SOC. When we do hit the ground this evening, I'll need to get into downtown Chi-town via the EL to catch a train to Bloomington, IL, which is 30 mi. up the road from the casa de Stanistan. With luck, we'll be home and tucked in by midnight.
While I was away, right-hand-man-Brad broke a molar and went through a bout with Covid. The Village of Morton sent me a cease and desist email, and business is backed up for a month.
It's all good, but this is why I can't have nice things.