The rock won

I imagine that what you all wanted to see tonight was a close-up of my hairy leg.

My leg and a rock become intimately acquainted seven weeks ago. Strangely enough a number of people have assumed that this was because of a skateboarding injury. I don’t know what it is about me or about the cut that reeks of skateboarding, but that is the most common guess. I actually hurt it whitewater rafting, which is only slightly less interesting. The gash up my leg didn’t seem to want to heal for the first three weeks, remaining an ugly red scab that was still tender weeks later. But thankfully the scarring process has finally kicked in and it looks like this may be the final form.