Life in Livingston has been pretty mellow. Been trying to get caught up on some work while here, and the chill has talked me into staying inside a bit more than usual. That doesn't, however, make me less prone to injury.

Upon a rare appearance outside the confines of my coach, I went outside to mess with the service bay. Don't really know what motivated me to leave the warm womb (rhymes with room) I call my office, but something called me outside to mess with that particular bay. The bay with the bedroom street-side slide just above it.

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I got done with my fiddling and stood up. I didn't stand up like a normal human, but rather like an Olympic weight lifter doing that lift where they grunt and snap up. Mine was like that, less the grunt. The snap up didn't last long, as the corner of that bedroom slide stopped my upward process. Quickly.

That slide corner bonked me on the top of my noggin. Dazed at first, I thought some water fell from the slide topper because of the power in which I hit the thing. A quick look at my hand told me that it was not water. Recovery included wearing a paper towel on my head for the rest of the day, and taking a nap with a towel on my pillow.

Excitement in Livingston. I think we are saving our strength for Florida. That's what I like to think at least.

We heard tonight that the Time Magazine article was being finished up, and that we would be notified when the story was going to run. We are pretty excited. Stay tuned.

--kev