Yesterday morning a friend was in a bike vs car accident. She was biking down the road when a car pulled out of an alley and she did a face plant on the trunk. At the time she thought she'd broken her jaw, wrist and a few ribs but it turns out she was just badly bruised. Some stitches on her chin and a handful of painkillers and they sent her home to recover. It gave me flashbacks.

One of the most bothersome things about my accident is that I don't remember it. I remember turning onto the road where it happened and I remember being in the ER but it's a blank in between. That continues to bother me. Lee says I was unresponsive for less than a minute and then carried on a conversation with him. It was the same conversation over and over again, but at least I was talking. I don't like that I can't recall that.

But enough of that. We're down to our last few weeks and it's time to do some last-time things.

Today we're going to hike up Monkey Mountain. Some friends went the other day and found themselves in a crowd of monkeys on a stair section of the trail that freaked them out. We've never found the monkeys to be menacing and I hope to keep it that way.

Also on the agenda today is a trip on the subway to the Dream Mall and a ride on the ferris wheel on the roof. It's pretty hazy today so the views may not be great but it's now or never. Then we'll head up to the Cultural Center and check out the arts and crafts table before having dinner at one of the in-city restaurants we rarely get down to. Busy day.