Matter won.

I was out doing yardwork all day Saturday. Barefoot. Why wreck my shoes, I thought. Feet clean easily.

I had been gathering up scrap wood and twigs into our little copper fire pit and I finally decided to set it aflame. Everything was burning nicely, but I needed to tend it occassionally[1]. At one point I came in close to pick up a branch which had fallen out. I stepped on something with the foot I was leaning in on. Well, I had been stepping on things all day and usually just a little twist of the foot will relive the pain until I can shift my weight and pick up my foot. I shifted. It hurt more. And more. OW!

Well, I hadn't stepped on stray twigs or pebbles as I had thought, but rather a few burning cinders. Oh man.

It wasn't too bad and it doesn't hurt anymore, but what a surprise! It funny how benign hot cinders look in the daylight.

I guess I need to go to school.

[1] Whew. I almost split my infinitive.