I Have a Black Eye

That's not a metaphor. It's not a stain on my reputation or anything. It's a literal black eye. Because today I caught a tennis ball in my eye. I had on glasses so it injured around the eye and socket. It's not swollen shut but it's ugly. I won't put a picture here. But I spent part of the day icing my face and then we went out to dinner with people I'd never met (the guy was a friend of Forrest's in school). Then we saw lots of people we knew so I was explaining my eye. I didn't do anything productive today. Tomorrow, maybe I will do some cleaning and decorating and clean off all these things on my desk. Or maybe I'll just sit around and feel sorry for myself. We will see. So, that is all.