{"id":6153,"date":"2011-03-04T23:59:09","date_gmt":"2011-03-05T04:59:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=6153"},"modified":"2011-03-05T00:10:07","modified_gmt":"2011-03-05T05:10:07","slug":"fall-down-friday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=6153","title":{"rendered":"Fall down Friday"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Yesterday, I fell asleep while reading — I know, I am so<\/i> exciting, am I not? — before I could post much of anything here. What the little I did post<\/a> was actually written at around one in the morning, shortly before I went back to sleep, for reals this time, and it only really hinted at how busy my day was.<\/p>\n

But then again, I mostly just spent it in the tiresome and difficult, but critically necessary, task of compiling and consolidating manuscript reviews into something approaching a document the authors can use to make revisions, something we<\/i> can use to judge the extent to which revisions are actually necessary, and something I<\/i> felt it necessary to organize not just by chapter but by individual manuscript page. (Some of the reviewers were thorough — or sadistic, depending on your perspective — enough to provide full-on track changes for some of the chapters, rather than just overall comments, so I had those to wade through.) And you don’t want to hear about any of that.<\/p>\n

You want to hear about how I started my morning off by tripping and falling in the parking lot next to my train station.<\/p>\n

In all the snow we’ve had this winter, several of the blocks in the parking lot — those nameless concrete and rebar dividers that theoretically keep you from banging your car into a wall — had been kicked up, all in a single pile, knotted together if large concrete blocks can be said to be knotted. This is right at the corner, about half a block (or a building’s length) from the train station, and a car was pulling into the spot in front of me. I tried to maneuver…and obviously did not do so very deftly. <\/p>\n

“I hurt mostly my pride,” I told the gentleman who asked me if I was okay. But, to quote They Might Be Giants, confidentially — I never had much pride. I’d actually banged my left knee pretty bad and scraped up the palm of my left hand. Bad enough that I decided to turn around and head home rather than run (or maybe limply stumble) to catch my train. The cuts weren’t so bad; I smeared on some Bacitracin, slapped a bandage on my knee, and was actually on the next train fifteen minutes later.<\/p>\n

(Herein lies the benefit of living a five-minute walk from the station. Then again, if I’d missed that train, therein lies the disadvantage of living a five-minute walk from this<\/i> particular station. The next<\/i> next train wouldn’t be for another hour.)<\/p>\n

Anyway, once I got to the office, I managed to find some bandages that fit (and would stay on, at least temporarily) for the palm of my hand, and I changed the dressing on my knee. I’m actually not as badly hurt as I could have been. The last time I slipped and fell<\/a>, landing (I think) unfortunately on the same knee, I actually ruined a pair of pants, and walking on the leg afterward hurt more than it did for most of today. My hand is still pretty scratched up, and I’ll likely have a bump and\/or bruise on my knee for the next few days, but all things considered? I’m fine.<\/p>\n

And so is my iPod, which went flying out of my hands as I went plummeting to the gravel below.<\/p>\n

I’m hoping for a much less eventful weekend, full of reading and writing and very little falling down, going boom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Yesterday, I fell asleep while reading — I know, I am so exciting, am I not? — before I could post much of anything here. What the little I did post was actually written at around one in the morning, shortly before I went back to sleep, for reals this time, and it only really … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[28,52],"class_list":["post-6153","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-personal","tag-work"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6153"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6153"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6153\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6153"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6153"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6153"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}