It’s all River’s fault.

We’ve been in the early stages of potty-training with him, and lately have been try­ing to catch him before he goes in his dia­per, which explains why this morn­ing I was careen­ing through the house to fetch the potty chair before it was too late.

Some­how my lit­tle toe inter­cepted the cor­ner of the wall on my way by.

The wall didn’t budge.

At first I thought that it was just the injured toe­nail caus­ing the pain, but as I grabbed it (yelling), I felt the bones grind­ing together.

I met another of our neigh­bors yes­ter­day, but in the most unusual way yet.

I had walked with Mor­gon a cou­ple blocks to Jerry and Erika’s house drop him off so he could play bas­ket­ball with Malachi. Erika gave me a plate of ours to take home, and I started back.

As I rounded the cor­ner to our street, I saw a dog walk­ing and sniff­ing around on my side of the road. She looked to be a pit bull mix, not too big, but I didn’t see an owner any­where. I crossed to the other side of the road and kept going.