it happened again.

i fell.

not down the stairs.  nor off the curb in front of a police car, not off my backsteps... but on the treadmill.  this is the fourth time since january first.  i'm thinking i need one of those, "help! i've fallen and can't get up," alarm necklaces.

glad was i, not to be wearing shorts... i'm sure my patella would of be exposed.

wearing a dress today... exposing it to air...it seems to be healing quickly.  my wrists and shoulders feel like i was dragged behind a peterbilt truck.  today, i was able to make the best of it, by sewing and.......... 



 watching rented flicks from the library:  the tudors.  privately, that is.

smile, wink, nod.