"No, I am not a victim of domestic violence....

...I am restoring a brownstone."

I ran into the city this week to do a speech and moderate a panel at the Mirren Conference and a very nice lady pulled me aside in the ladies room and asked me if I was a victim of domestic abuse. Evidently with my sweater off, all the bumps and bruises from the week looked suspicious. I thanked her, put my sweater back on and we both went our separate ways.

Some weeks I go without a a single nick and some weeks, my limbs  seem to be a rainbow of green and purple.