Guess what I did this morning? Whacked my foot into the bathroom door frame. I figured I'd bruised it or jammed my little toe, because it hurt quite a bit.
But hours later it still hurts; by now I'm pretty sure it's broken, so in a few minutes I'm heading down to a little emergency clinic nearby for an x-ray. Not that anything can be done for a broken toe, of course, but I've managed to make it forty years without a single broken bone, so I want to make sure that this one really is. I'm clinging stubbornly to the hope that it's just really, really bruised or something.
Sigh. Probably not. But in any case, I probably won't be able to blog till much later, or maybe tomorrow.