Before I explain the ouch, here is the newest car knitting:
So the ouch. I got up last night and rammed my right foot's little toes into a door jamb. It hurt like hell, and I was wondering if I broke one or more of the toes. This morning it still hurts, although I can walk on it (I have been told twice that I have a high tolerance for pain--once when I dislocated my shoulder in Canada and once when I broke my collarbone in Costa Rica, so unfortunately the pain level may not be an indicator of what is going on). Tim thinks I jammed the toes or sprained them. Hopefully they will feel better soon.
I finished reading the second Merry Folger Nantucket mystery (Death in Rough Water) and it wasn't as good as the first one---I got bored several times and almost stopped but whenever that happened SOMEONE ELSE WAS MURDERED and so that kept me going. It also got a little romance-y at the end and that wasn't really what I want in a murder mystery.
I haven't found a GREAT BOOK of the summer yet and I really would like to.