PROOF!

I am so dead on my feet it’s not even funny and I’m headed for the futon to take a nap until BF gets home, but I wanted to say just a couple of things.

One, my shoulder/arm injury is extremely minor, thank goodness (and thanks for your comments). When I woke up the next morning my strength and comfort level were easily at 70%. Of course doing yoga (even taking it VERY easy, which my ego managed to step back and allow me to do) and then lugging suitcases for the next couple of days have meant that it hasn’t healed entirely yet, but it was definitely just a pulled muscle. A couple more days of ice and rest and it’ll be jolly good.

Two, here is the PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE.

You ready?

This proves that I jumped in the swimming hole naked.

Yes, that’s right, it does.

Proves it solid.

Okay, here it is.

See that splash? That was me.

[cricket]

[cricket]

OK, but it actually was me in my birthday suit. Promise. All the other pictures of me that prove I was naked are really not for internet consumption. There was a hilarious picture of me right before I jumped in – I was afraid the water would be really really cold (and I was right), and so there’s me, naked, standing on the rock, and my hands are all blurry because I was shaking them up and down in verklemptness.

Here is a different picture taken that day, one that communicates the other half of what this experience was like. I will be sharing it with you, and at great length to all the people around me (luckily for them) for months and years to come.