What an eventful day


  • Woke up at 3:45am to take N&L to Reagan/National Airport. They discovered their car had a flat tire. I drove them in A&A’s car.
  • On the way back, missed the 395 N turning. Drove a little way into VA with the fuel light glaring at me before finally making my way to a gas station, then home and falling (eventually) back to sleep. Slumbered fitfully with the yammering and hammering of E going on in the background from 7ish onwards.
  • Got the car tire fixed; booked a tattoo appointment for this weekend; got home; did some work; ate delicious leftovers for lunch; entertained E until A&A got home.
  • Met up with K, who was in town from California for an interview, for a quick chat at the Logan Circle Caribou.
  • Drove to the intern house to pick up  dinner for A&A; waited for Simps to get home. Picked up food; came out to car; slipped on ice with food in hands, which meant I had no hands to break my fall. Broke it with my back instead; better than my head. Winded and jarred, but fortunately nothing worse—feeling a little sore now, though!
  • Dropped off food; headed to GWU for Pulitzer Center/Human Rights Watch event on the Lord’s Resistance Army. Traffic was moving at a snail’s pace; eventually found parking but I was late so didn’t think straight—I didn’t put any money in the meter!
  • The event was good and interesting—predominantly from the journalistic perspective, which was a different one to hear from. Check out Pulitzer Center and Human Rights Watch.
  • Came back to the car to drop off I&J at Union Station; found the parking ticket. Told them about my date.
  • Back home to pack up my stuff and shift things over to the place I’m house-sitting.
  • Done by midnight.

Time for bed. What an eventful day.

A Little Accident (Warning: A Little Graphic)

So most of you will know this already, but for those of you who don’t …

Last Thursday, I went for a hike with some friends for a Liz’s birthday, to a place where there is a waterfall.

Mission, part 1: Accomplished.

Anyway, there’s a second waterfall nearby—according to what I’d read, it wasn’t too far off the first trail. So I went on ahead for a little free climb scouting expedition …

… up this.

But after I’d been climbing for 15-20 minutes, I still couldn’t even hear the waterfall (and the others hadn’t seen me for a while), so I decided to come down. Which was not as easy as going up.

Coming down, I slipped twice: once around halfway, slid about 20-30ft, burned off some fingertips grabbing for something to hold on to, and split open my left shin to the bone (though I didn’t know it at the time). Then I slipped closer to the bottom, slid 10-15ft and narrowly avoided hitting my head on a rock.

Fortunately, I was able to walk fine and get back to the others. Adam washed it as best he could, tore up his spare t-shirt and wrapped it around the gash, but not before taking a picture. Priorities …

It could’ve been much worse, but wasn’t. I escaped with eighteen stitches (3 inside, 15 outside), a number of cuts and scratches, a bruised tailbone, burned fingertips, and my life. So I’m grateful for God’s protection, even though last Friday (the day after) I felt like I got beat up on by a mountain.

And now, I’m healing up already; quicker than I expected, but slower than I’d like. 🙂

P.S. I’m starting to blog on the political goings on. If you want to read my thoughts on that, head over to the fledgling Amateur Political Commentary.