So, I guess everyone knows by now that I maimed myself. For the record, here's what happened: I was washing dishes, and this knife:


fell off this counter:

and fell, point down, into my foot, up near my ankle. It went in an inch or two, and severed a tendon leading to my big toe. I had surgery to repair it, on Jan. 12(?), and now it looks like this:


I'm hobbling around on crutches, and just taking it day by day. I can't put any weight on that foot, so I can't do much of anything, balanced on one leg. Stephen has of course been a champ, taking care of me and keeping my spirits up.