So, I took a high speed game-of-fetch-gone-wrong tennis ball pitch to the nose yesterday. I never want to see something like that aimed at me again. Michael is contrite and apologetic and going with me on whims to get soothing smoothies. There's no obvious bruising; other than I can tell my nose is too big and slightly pinker than normal, you can't hardly tell I got hit. Instead it seems to be all internal aches from the tons of tiny bones and sutures and tissues that bond a face together got smooshed like the citizens of Rock Ridge behind a Mongo-powered piano.