...is not like the others. Day before yesterday, my footstool decided to attack my toe, eliciting several expletives deleted and prohibiting me from a walk yesterday morning. Today, its colors make it stand out, but it's nothing more than tender and I got in a walk. This is, by the way, a regular happening thing at some point just about every spring-summer-fall because 1) I'm almost always barefoot and 2) I don't always watch where I'm going. Usually it's the pinkie toe to take the hit, so this year is worth a special mention.