As promised

...daily post number two. Nothing to say, except a graphic illustration of my eggplant knees from two weeks ago:



It actually got much more colourful and pronounced in a few days, but much less painful. Pacman's mouth was the most ow-ey but was freakishly colourless for the entire healing period. Gleefully kept housemates posted on Pacman's condition by whipping out my knee at the slightest provocation.

Bento/Wnd: (wanders into kitchen)
Moi: (eating Skyflakes at table)
Housemate: (glance)
Yours truly: (snaps to attention) "Look look look! Look at my bruise! PURPLE! Looky!"
Digusted Housemate: (exclamation of revulsion)
...
Disgusted Housemate: (closer inspection)
Disgusted Housemate: (disbelieving fascination)
Me me me: (erupting with smugness)

They were understandably repulsed, but apparently just interested enough to inform others of Pacman's many shades:

Laurena: (newly arrived for a visit from Toronto, just walked in the door)
Me: "Heyo, how was your trip?"
L: "Not bad. How's the bruise?"
Me: (speechless at Pacman's fame)

...and now I can't believe I wrote about a bruised knee for ten minutes. But it really was quite remarkable.