the corner office

I'm the biggest klutz on the planet. Our flat is a mess and if something is in the way (network cables are a biggie), I'm inclined to trip over it. Allow me to repeat that for emphasis: I am a klutz and my tendency to walk into anything and everything is so chronic that Ronwen occasionally worries about whether I am suitable genetic stock as a potential father to her children. I can understand her concern. If our children were to inherit my propensity for collisions with household objects, we can well expect to be visited regularly by a less than credulous Social Welfare worried about the bruises all over our rugrats.

I came rushing down the stairs to the lounge this evening and missed a step. My barefoot and winter-frozen foot missed a tiled step and my arch came crashing down on the edge of the next step. My foot is now stuffed, and I'm staggering around like a drunken neanderthal.

I made some progress on Formal Logic, finally got through chapter 3 and onto chapter 4. As usual, the theory looks dandy and then the assignment questions make me feel like an idiot because I don't know wtf to do. So through the exercises we go...