Well, "The Walking Dead" is about to start. This will be brief.
I injured my foot several hours ago. I stumbled on something in my recroom, slamming the toe on my left foot on the floor, and fell into the laundry room, both knees hitting the tiled floor pretty hard. Of course, I live in a 3 floor house, and I have had occasion this evening to have to go up and down them several times. That is always the way. When I am fine, I don't need to do anything; when I am even slightly injured I have to do things over and over that do not improve my situation.
I split the toenail on my big toe on my right foot. It looks awful and feels worse. I am guessing that one of the cats is hiding them from me in an effort to get back to me for not feeding them caviar this week.
I think that will be it for tonight.
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