Reliving my childhood?

Yesterday, on the way back to the car after a fun afternoon ogling snakes with latzoni and kenazf, while crossing a large, traffickish, highwaysome sort of a street with projectmothra, I tripped on nothing-in-particular, sending my shoes flying into the crosswalk, and bringing my son, who was tightly holding my hand as requested, down with me. I managed to get us both back on to the sidewalk and collect my shoes before the light changed, so all was well. He wasn't hurt at all, but I ended up skinning my knee.

I don't think I've had this injury in particular since my age had double digits. And you know what? It hurts. A bunch. More than I would think, considering. I'm not whining about it, really -- it's just a dull stingy sort of thing -- but it's been around 18 hours since I did it, and I didin't expect it to still be commanding attention.

Pretty snakes, though. I am coveting a Columbian boa again.

Mew!

free to good home -- about half a pound of cut and sifted catnip. It's a little old -- I'm discontinuing it from the Mother's Hearth site because I don't sell it quickly enough, compared to the powdered. It's a little old, but still perfectly good for making tea, or stuffing cat toys. For some reason I feel inspired to offer it here. First comment gets it.