In the process of working on the renovations, Max & I had to take down the ceiling in the playroom. Total helljob, btw. Anyway, at one point we were taking contractor bags full of stuff through the window. Max had successfully stepped through the window to get from the deck to the playroom. So I tried it. Naturally...I injured myself.
Gave myself a mild concussion.
So the next day (yesterday), Mark is at the Y swimming with his girlfriend and her sister. He's swimming from one end of the pool to the other and thinks that he's too close to the surface. So he jackknifed to get a little deeper...and smashed his face against the bottom of the pool. He has a big egg smack dab in the middle of his forehead, that has the imprint of the tiles in it. His girlfriend's sister dubbed it "the Jesus brand."
Now, he's got his first performance of "The Great Gatsby" tonight. He's Jay Gatsby. His director is going to FREAK. (Stage makeup will cover it, but still.)
Meanwhile, I have told Kira to be very very careful today. ~mk
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