Blogging from California, where I’m detained for a few extra days, because I had a rope climbing accident while playing with my nephew on the beach in Santa Monica, which resulted in a deep gash across the bottom of my foot requiring 11 stitches. “I once saw a guy who sliced up his entire foot on the rudder of a boat,” a medical assistant told me. “But your cut is much gnarlier.” Perhaps one day I’ll write a full account of the incident, including the part when I was driven off the beach in one of those “Baywatch”-style rescue vehicles, with a cheering crowd of onlookers. But for now, just rest assured that all is well, but the scarring will put an end to my foot-modeling aspirations, so it looks like the world will be stuck with my writing forever.
