The doorbell rings... You drop what you are doing and start running to answer it. As you cross your living room at a trot, you catch your knee on the corner of a coffee table... The result of that impact is shown above. I didn't bother and ask who was at the door, because if it was an insurance salesman, I'd probably have laughed. I guess this knee would have been a pre-existing condition at that point, huh?
Oh well... today was rather uneventful with this little exception...
