I have this sign on my study door now:
Telling the story will take the better part of the week, because it's interesting and has quite a few twists and turns.
To be clear, I'm fine. I got punched in the stomach by a homeless man who has some serious mental health issues while I was on a walk downtown. It was a hard punch, but I had on a puffy jacket that absorbed enough of the blow that my discomfort today is minor. I also live with a lovely physician who examined me as soon as I got home. The force of the punch was on my stomach muscles, not my ribs or internal organs.
In its entirety, it's quite a story, and I didn't want to start telling it today and then have to pick it up again on Monday. So I'll start at the beginning of next week.