Well, I've gone and broken my big toe. I got out of bed last night to go downstairs and talk to Emil and Emma (who was being raucous and they sounded like they were having fun), and I slipped on the stairs about two, three steps from the bottom. My left foot slipped on the step, and I had just long enough of a slide to let my right foot get mashed under my right leg and against the stair at a rather painful angle. I figured something was broken, but it was 11:30, so I opted for four Advil and a chance at a night's sleep before the ordeal of getting it looked at.

So Emil ferried me back and forth to various doctors today, which literally has taken up the whole day; we left at 10:00 this morning and got home at 6:00 . . . The toe is broken, and it might need a pin. Right now I'm at home with my foot up while Emil and Emma attempt to get my prescription for painkillers filled . . .

I suppose that if this had to happen, this is a good time, since I really don't have to go to work in order to get my work done. I'm bummed because it'll make the trip to Arizona a lot harder, but that'll be manageable, too; we'll just deal with it. (And the orthopedic surgeon that I end up talking to had better well understand that I am going swimming while I'm there, so we just better put our heads together to figure out how.) And although the toe hurts a lot today, I know it'll get less painful fairly quickly. And luckily, bike riding doesn't involve moving one's toes, so I'll be able to resume riding relatively soon (before, say, I start kicking on a kickboard).

All in all, not the way I planned to spend my day, but there it is . . .