Not the sort of chapeau one prefers...

I have no right to complain. I may have fallen and hit my head something fierce, but a least I hobbled away intact (at least on the exterior).

Becky's boyfriend -- John Wallace of speedy running fame -- was attacked by a large piece of wood (I think it was the backyard swing?) and had to get stitches and this lovely bandage. I don't remember the entire story, but Becky (who has permission to write on this blog) can fill in the blanks if she chooses. Poor John!

I hope that Becky is taking good care of him.