Well, today I am nursing a broken toe. Was I playing soccer (not bloody likely), running to catch a MUNI bus and tripped on the curb (more likely), no, I was coming in from getting the mail, Tango shot out the front door wanting to claw the carpet in the hallway and I'm not sure what I did. I either slammed it into the doorframe and/or got caught up with Tango under my foot, I thought I had stepped on her but she did not yelp. Heck, maybe I stepped on my own toe, now that would make much more sense.
Anyway, bruised now and yucky, but I can walk, just not down one of the steep hills for a few days I suspect.
So far, I've been free from injury in my life, major one's anyway (knock wood) but this is now my 3rd broken toe in the last few years. I suppose I do need steel toed boots after all.