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.