The Colors of the Rainbow

We are watching Mr. S's shoulder change colors. Every day it is a new display. A few days ago he fell at the gym and broke his clavicle, an injury which doesn't appear to be horribly serious, but is painful, inconvenient, limiting, annoying and intrusive. His movements and activities are restricted, but he will begin physical therapy as soon as the insurance company can get around to approving the forms. In the meantime, we are both sleeping a lot and trying to take it easy.