Some excerpts from emails over the past week.

2007.06.24: "I'm off to the doc now for (possibly) some stitches to treat a raging toe wound. I may be rendered out of commission for interaction with heavy crowds."

2007.06.25: "The toe is a-ok, i guess. Mostly I sat around in the emergency room (apparently no clinics are open on Sundays) for three hours and soaked it in iodine and waited as a number of qualified women deliberated whether or not to remove a portion of my toenail. Eventually they just bandaged me up and sent me on my way with a prescription for antibiotics lest I get an infection. I realllyyy hope it wasn't expensive. How pricey can two band-aids, some iodine and a blood pressure test be, you know? I sure don't."

2007.06.26: "All's well in the city. It's oppressively hot and humid so I went to Bikram this morning thinking its heat would make the outdoor grossness seem less oppressive, and it did. Hooray! The Bikram was also a test of my toe; I figured if it was fractured such an injury would become apparent in Bikram. It didn't. So that's good, I guess. Also the speed of sound is 340.29 meters/sec, which = 1116.4 feet/sec, so it takes approx 5 seconds for sound (the sound o' thunder, say) to travel a mile."

07.06.27: "Instead of seeing Kicking and Screaming yesterday, I harnessed the power of healing and ended up playing frisbee for a million hours. I got really sweaty (likkke Bikram sweaty) and stopped at the White Hen on the way home for some foodstuffs. The guy behind the counter was all, 'woah, I see you're sweating a lot' and I was all, 'it's true,' and then we had a big conversation about sweating and other glandular issues and the weather as I paid for my bananas and frozen yogurt."

2007.06.28: "This is what I need to get my wheels in order." And "I will arrive in the downtown area in approx 35 minutes. get ready."