Crunch. In more ways than one.

Its getting down to the final days before I open the store. The past few mornings have been a bit like the last 10 minutes of GoodFellas only with less tomato sauce to stir (and no bag of guns).

I also had a bit of bike accident on the way to work yesterday. I was riding to avoid the massive walk-a-thon crowd (they seem to have these things every hour or so) and some kids on bikes were coming the other way. One of the dipshits was riding with his buddy on the handlebars and couldn't see me to move out of the way. I turned to avoid him and he turned right back into me. Slam! I tucked and rolled, making certain my helmet took the brunt of the impact, it was mostly into the handlebar passenger but I really didn't give a shit about him at that point. I got up screaming obscenities at them in front of the walk-a-thon crowd and berating them loudly for being such idiots. They had enough sense to apologize and slink away while I picked up stuff that fell off my bike and make certain I was not injured. I managed to keep going.

But later my shoulder started to hurt, and my finger turns out to be not merely scraped but jammed. I might be fencing lefty on Wednesday.