To begin, know that for reasons too tiresome to recount here, I started the morning with trauma involving a cat. This occasioned me standing in front of my bathroom mirror and observing all the various places I was bleeding from the head.
My first thought was not “let’s get out the hydrogen peroxide.”
It was, “I really need to get a picture of this for the blog.”
You’ll note there is no picture accompanying this entry. That is because what I did after that was smack the crap out of myself for losing grip with reality. And then I got out the hydrogen peroxide.
Now let us never speak of this again.