This is what I looked like on my first day. I looked worse on day two, with a bladder of blood under my eye as well. I still look like I was hit by a train, but not because of the accident. I always look that bad. I still have a black eye, after three weeks and a big red scar.

I find it amusing how people avoid looking at me. It's impossible not to see the wound, but people I encounter, pretend not to be looking at it. Only children stare. One kid even commented on how he had had a similar wound on the back of his head. He's about the only person in the last three weeks who's admitted he sees it.

I had intended to begin this blog with a video. My writing is generally good and often enterntaining, and I thought video side by side with the transcript would enable you to listen at leasure and still have the abiity to copy any pearls I might spew. But alas, I had an accident. Sixteen stitches to my head and eye, I look frightening. A savage vision. Too bad, and too tired tonight to think, or write. Maybe tomorrow. I'll share my horribe facade with you….or maybe I'll just wear a halloween mask while I pontificate.Being the producer and publisher, I can do anything…'cept keep my eyes open tonight. Wild Dreams to all.

J