I didn’t tell the hubster, but I took a little tumble the other day on some super slick hospital flooring. Each time I walked up and down that L-O-N-G hallway to Rick’s room or the elevator, I thought someone must be awfully proud of this super shiny floor. It was magnificent as far as flooring goes. I wouldn’t doubt if there was a competition, like the Olympics, for cleanest and slickest. It was gold-medal quality for sure.