February was my 20th Anniversary.
We were going for a cruise. 
So, in January, I broke my foot.
Oh, plus my ankle, too.

Cruise canceled.
Well, next year is 21. 
That's almost the same. 

Staying home. 
Avoiding all others. 
Well, it will be over by May.

May, when we visit grandkids.
Wait. What? 
Scrap that trip.

We have a Christmas cruise.
Yes, I know about cruises.
I'm not hopeful. 

2019 kinda sucked.
2020 said, "Hold my beer."
I'm too old for this. 

March, I was out of the splint.
I was out of the cast.
I was into a boot. 

So, now I can travel. 
It's my 60th birthday. 
Time for a road trip.
Wait. What?