Two days before the alumni game at my high school in August, a photo album fell off the closet shelf and hit me in the eye, so I cheered that game with a black eye. Earlier this week, I lost my balance on the treadmill and only stopped myself from going thru a window by slamming my arm into one of the handrests. It is finally painless enough to wear a watch to the Homecoming game tonight.
At this rate, I'm starting to take bets on which limb I'll lose the week of our reunion next summer.
It will probably be a toe the way I keep sticking them up in photographs.