This reflects recent events in Jef Mallett’s life.

He posted: “for those more curious than squeamish, I landed on my knee lightly (leaving not even the slightest strawberry of an abrasion) but with apparent diamond-cutter precision and sheared off my lateral epicondyle, which is that big knob at the end of the femur so the bone can become part of the knee and so cartoonists can draw the bone. It was reattached with five screws (for reference, visit the Home Depot and wander the deck hardware aisle), followed by eight weeks on crutches. Followed by a lot of physical therapy and a lot more patience. It’s all going very well, thank you, and it’s way too early to wonder about what I might be able to do a year or five from now. But I was fortunate enough to be fairly fit going into this, and very fortunate to land the surgeon I did. And fortunate/unfortunate enough to already be quite familiar with a terrific PT clinic. Onward. And already without a noticeable limp.”

I ate with some friends at a new Indian restaurant. One friend, unfamiliar with Indian cuisine, asked what paneer was. I described it as “the tofu of cheeses”.