Fig. 1. Astute viewers will note that ordinarily, Hobbes carried Calvin.
One thing I particularly like about Abby is her incredible emotional resiliency. On Saturday night in New Orleans, on an evening in which I was peripherally involved in a startling assault and we were digested and spewed out by the monstrous crowd on Frenchman street in the Faubourg Marigny, a very drunk girl fell through a sign and they both crashed onto Abby’s little foot, breaking it.
Despite being crippled by pain -see here for the amazing bruise- she was in good spirits as the evening wore on, maintaining that her foot would be fine. The next day, at the most amazing clinic in the world, we learned that it will not. Abby is uninsured, has no car, and works as a waitress while attending school in San Francisco, so the coming months will be trying.
On the other hand, it means she is staying with me for a few more nights, boot and all. Here are our Halloween photos. Note in particular that my best friend went as Jack White, who tried to steal my girlfriend: tangled webs and so on.
