Yesterday was gorgeous in Portland. My wife and I were out at a park, sitting on a blanket, reading. What a wonderful day. I was reading A.G. Sertillanges’ The Intellectual Life, focusing on how I could apply my mind in the most focused way to reach the greatest outcome. In short, I was very engaged, when, all of a sudden, I find myself on my back, with a sore chest, smelling slightly of wet dog, and very confused. Apparently someone had made a rogue frisbee throw for a dog, who, keeping his eye trained on the frisbee, didn’t see me sitting there and creamed me. Luckily the dog wasn’t too big so my major injury was limited to being ‘that guy who got flattened by a dog.’ Fun times.

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