Don’t Worry Mom, I’m Only Bleeding :: October 23rd, 2002 ::
It snowed last night, just so you know. It wasn’t ot all that much — just a dusting — but it seemed to portend the cold truth of the coming months.
While chopping kindling earlier today, I had a rather sizeable chunk of wood come flying up and hit me in the face. The force of the blow knocked my glasses off and it left a small gash just below my eyebrow. Jessamyn took care of me when I was too stunned to do anything.
I felt better once the adrenaline rush subsided, and was happy that the accident wasn’t going to end in a trip to the emergency room. But this does mean that I am quite angry with our supply of firewood now.
