I am such a clutz.

On Tuesday, I drove Chris home and parked my car at his house. I was going down the stairs into his backyard...the wooden stairs that were slick with frost...

And I turned to say something to him...

And my foot slipped off the stair and down I went. Landed on my ass in Chris' backyard, having wrenched my left ankle and right knee on the way down. (And pulled my shoulder, but I wouldn't notice that for a few hours.) Stagged around in that weird glittery aftermath of falling after I picked myself up. Managed to come out of it long enough to reassure Chris that I was okay and stagger off towards the bus stop.

I managed to come back to myself on the ride down. I decided to skip my morning swim and headed straight down the hill to work. I wasn't paying too much attention to where I was going, attempting too hard not to hobble as I walked along.

And on Elliott Avenue, about half a block from work, I still wasn't looking where I was going. I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, lost my balance...regained it...staggered forward...and fell flat on my face.

There was spontaneous applause from across the street.

And again the world was sharp-edged and glittery. I picked myself up as gracefully as I could, curtsied shallowly, and tottered the remaining distance to work. I'd wrenched the other ankle and skinned the other knee, but I avoided doing permanent damage to my clothing and to myself (I think, at least). My ankles still sort of hurt, but they're getting better, and the scrapes are healing nicely.

After I got to work, I sat my butt down and refused to move for the next couple of hours. It was clear to me that if I moved, I was going to fall down again.

I managed not to fall out of my chair. I considered this a victory. A small one, but a victory nonetheless.

The rest of the day proceeded splendidly, other than my hobbling. I did manage to get in a gentle swim for about twenty minutes, a moving meditation in which I attempted to wash away whatever had attached itself to my body that made it want to reunite with the ground. I think it succeeded. At least, I had dinner with someone interesting that night and managed, for once, not to spill anything much.

And I had a marvelous time, too.

Hey, who could ask for anything more? Really?

<Anonymous>
Kris Stavia Anne Millering is one of the sexiest women I've ever known.
If I ever were to sleep with a woman, she'd be on my Top Three list.
[Pleasure And Indulgence> msg #1115

I have an idea who this might be, but not for sure. and I'm *still* blushing.

Four. Glorious. Days. Off.

If you'll excuse me, I have some sleep to catch up on.

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