Saturday I tried to see if I could fly. I can’t.
As I was coming down the stairs, my foot slipped on the carpet on the fourth or fifth step from the bottom and I went sailing.
I landed on my side on the floor. Missed the carpet, of course. A huge bruise on my cheek, and my ribs are sore – I probably only bruised them, but there is nothing to be done with ribs in any event.
The Squire was at the “Y”, but Blazer came over and helped. Stuck his nose in my face, whuffling and snuffling to see if there was anything he could do. Dagnabbit, dog, but it hurts when I laugh!
If nothing else, we can be sure I don’t suffer from osteoporosis.
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