It's not from Joe.
It's not from Cosmo.
It's not from Harley the cat.
It's from Anna.
My own flesh and blood, the precious little child I brought into this world a short while ago.
She was playing on the bed next to me and head butted my eye. Of course she was fine, but being the fragile little flower I am (I kid, I kid), I sustained some damage. I thought it was only minimal damage - until I looked more closely just now.
Let me give you some warning, I am looking mighty rough in this picture. I am working from home today and haven't covered my mug in makeup. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Isn't that a beautiful shiner?