I started the day with the kids in typical fashion. Breakfast and Khan Academy. One of them spilled a bowl of dry Cheerios. The problem occurred not when I stepped on the cereal but the bowl. On the hardwood floor it turned into an ice skate and I went careening into a cabinet of crayons and art supplies, losing my balance and crashing onto the floor. At some point in the cartoon-like moment I twisted my right knee — my bad knee.
Time for deep rehab.