Taking a quick look back at my traffic statistics, my most popular post to date was the one where my hip area was shredded to hamburger. Well Sunday, after all that hillwork up at Mount Agamenticus, I dropped a like 35-pound slab-of-granite table squarely on my toe. Edge of the slab, tip of my big toe. Hurt like hell.
I mean, I'd always wondered what nails looked like under the bed, and where they grew from, and exactly how deep they went. I'd assumed they sort of tapered off or something. It's one of the mysteries of the human body, or it was. Not any more--now I know. The re-growth process will be interesting to watch, but for now, I'm just keeping it bandaged.