went down to coffee this morning, and there was my freind Jen looking like an extra in a horror movie! It turns out that she face-planted on her bike last night coming down Railroad Grade. a very black eye (well, purple and green actually), swollen right side of her head, tweaked knee, but smiling! Her worst pain was thinking about the bills -- the medicos insisted on an ambulance to Marin General, and even worse wheeled her into a CAT scan before she could refuse. oh the bills, the bills, the bills.

remember, wear your helmets boys and girls! best suggestion of the day was for her to wear a Women's shelter tee shirt and tell everone she just fell down the stairs.

My recreation nowadays is getting boxes, filling boxes, and moving boxes around. The idea is to divide all my stuff into that which I will want during the next six months and that which I don't care if I see until Reno, and best of all that which I don't care if I never see again.

It has been very fun going through the old keepsake boxes -- a grand retrospective starring... ME!