I’m wide awake. It’s 4:32 a.m. – mountain time. I think I took my vitamins tonight and it jacked me up.
Or, it could be that I’m sore.
Sore from my fall from grace.
I busted my butt today, walking across the street at Broadway and some other freakin’ street. ("Oh, no!" you say. "You diiiiiidn't!") (Oh, yes, I did.) And I hit the pavement - the one with the trolley rails built in. I stepped into a hole, and lost my balance. Landed on the knee that was shattered in 1990, put back together with a huge screw. Feels great, today, believe me.
Embarrassing, that fall. My guys acted like it didn’t even happen, for which I will be forever grateful. (Well, right after they made sure I was okay.)
But, stuff happens.
Most always, to me.
It’s never boring around here!