Grace

I must be getting old and I am unwilling to accept it, or I am just becoming so tired and clumsy it is unreal.  

Friday I fell while walking into the kitchen. This was no minor fall, this was a full-blown over the baby gate, knock it down while holding Jackson and trying not to fall on him.  I ended up dropping him about 6 inches from the ground and fell unbraced on my right side.  It hurt and I tore my khaki slacks.

Saturday not, it wasn’t so much my clumsiness as it was me tripping over a black lab, in the dark, in a pasture.  Unfortunately I landed on the same side I fell on Friday.  Last night I got home had a glass of wine for the pain and went to bed.  

Just call me grace.