Do you ever start out one place and the next thing you know you're not where you think you should be? It happened to me last night. It's this "season of bad luck" that is continuing.
Earlier yestrday my computer was taken to the Computer Dr's casa to have a hard drive operation. No computer last night. So I read and watched TV upstairs in the living room.
I needed to use the facilities and scurried to go down the two flight of stairs while the commercial was on. I didn't want to miss the show I was watching. The next thing I knew I was catapulting down six hard cantera stairs and ended up in a heap at the bottom of them. In my attempt to break my fall, I pulled a piece of art with me that WAS framed and had glass. No more.
So I laid there for a few minutes and tested my legs, ankles, arms, wrists etc.. To my relief and delight nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Thankfully. So I carefully walked back upstairs, watched the rest of the show and then went back down and cleaned up the broken glass.
In retrospect, I'm sure glad I do live alone because I am sure that was NOT a graceful catapult.
Not in the least. You know, like the ones on the gymnastic shows. In my mind I think it was anything but.........graceful.
I'm afraid to say, "What next?"