The story is that just about exactly one week ago (give or take 15 minutes) I rolled this thing pretty badly. It never really hurt but has turned a procession of goth-tastic colors since last Thursday; Saturday it was black - not black and blue, not dark purple, but black - and then yesterday I was feeling spry and so I clamped it into my Rollerblade boot and this negative of my sock is what happened. Weird, no?

Jenelle's off proving her skills at maths so I am at home proving my skills at getting odds and ends done. I programmed garage door remotes and installed a wireless entry doodad, then resisted the temptation to program it to match the men's room at Menominee marina, then did other stuff. In awhile Detroit sports are on and I have a few calls to make before then. Fin.