I did hit the back of my head on the ice block or the pavement. Happened faster than I could think or respond. But my hat was on and cushioned it. Didn't really hurt. Didn't pass out. Didn't give it a second thought. First thought was getting up, and I crawled to the building to get the stability and purchase to do that. I was OK. Chalked it up to a stupid step.

The palsy may go away and may not. I don't really care. Doesn't affect me really. I am really careful now where I step and how I move. Kind of like being on a rock climb all the time.

I am working up trump funeral music on the tuba. Perfect instrument to portray him. Large, cumbersome, clumsy, limited agility, loud, dull, ponderous, slow. Bassoon would be the woodwind equivalent. Threatening in low register, clownish in high.