My toe kind of hurts. I guess I lost most of the nail.

I like to trim my nails after a shower, but since I am almost always showering at the gym now, I don't get to trim there. And I hardly look at my toes (feet are one of the grossest parts of the human body to me!). Right now, my pedicure is half grown out and half chipped. Anyway, I trimmed my nails last night and noticed that one of the nails was pretty messed up, so I cut it off.

I don't even know how my nail could have gotten in such bad shape. But I need that nail. I guess there aren't press-on toenails out there...

And it's March 13. My (paternal) grandfather passed away on this day in 1985. I remember that day because it was a Friday, and he was the first relative I knew well enough that passed away. I don't really remember that much about him anymore since we didn't spend a lot of time together.

He was always reading newspapers with his magnifying glass and writing letters. He and my grandmother lived with us for a while when they first immigrated here. I remember him helping me get ready in the mornings, on occasion, and I remember him warming up my hands in his when we were in our car.