  So, if you don't know already, in early June I broke both of my legs, tore my MCL, LCL, and calf muscle courtesy of a research/boating accident.
Research causes damage, since it's tiring, takes a lot of muscle use, and repetitive; sometimes you just fall into a routine... or into a bed of sea urchins, like I did two nights ago. I was out collecting cryptic fish from tidepools at Resort Point in Palos Verdes Estates, CA, from midnight to about 8 am. Needless to say, I didn't sleep for over 24 hours, but I'm still not sure how I went from squatting to having about 20 urchin spines in my hand and arm.
I spent about 45 minutes picking them out with a needle and tweezers. It was great. Then I went back to work, squatted down to grab more fish, and prompty fell backwards and slid down about 4 feet of rock, urchins, anemones and angry crabs. At least I was wearing my Gorton's Fisherman gear, so I didn't get soaked when I fell in the tidepool.
Like my yellow bib? I used to be the balance beam champion of kindergarten at Fairview, too... What happened to me? (Answer: I stopped doing things that require activity and I eat too much) So yes, I'm a clutz, but apparently so is Sam (the new cat). I'm not sure what the retard did, but he started limping around really hard last night, and still is a bit today. I hope he just twisted an ankle (pawkle? ) and didn't do anything serious, 'cause frankly I'm poor and can't afford vet bills.
"I think I'm getting repetitive stress disorder from scratching my butt all day. " - Aunt Selma 
