Lucky Mr. R. has been on vacation this week. When I arrived home this afternoon, he had news. “I broke my toe,” he said.

“How did that happen? “I asked, grimacing.

“I hit it on the kitchen counter stool.” He showed me his foot. Sure enough, the middle toe of his left foot was turning all sorts of black, blue, and purple.

“Should we get it x-rayed?” I asked.

“Nah, I’ll just rub dirt on it.”

Mind you, this is the man who begs to go to the hospital when he has a sniffle.

He frowned a little. “My foot has a black eye.”

He’s right.