I’m so sorry for your loss, Sheryl.

My brain is too much of a jumble to do a catch-up post so I'll just share one moment of my day. This is my first day off in.. a while.. so I only left my apartment once to collect a package from the front door. While I was down there my across-the-hall neighbor and her small daughter came in. The kid had previously been pretty shy but today she came right up to me and said, "I'm in kindergarten!" and when I asked if she was liking it she said "My hair is pink!" then with a little prodding wished me a good night.

Argh. About an hour ago, I missed the last step of the staircase in our house and went down. I have fucked up my right ankle and foot. I'm going to go right to an ortho tomorrow. It's not super swollen. And I can put weight on it, and nothing is blue or numb, so I'm skipping ER. I didn't hit my head or anything.

But. It does hurt, and if had to guess, I'd guess I may have a hairline fracture or two. Like put it in a boot at the most. It has improved pain wise over two hours, though. Anyway, some general lower extremity ~ma of you can spare some.

Oh, JenP, that's the worst!

Wishing you mildly-tweaked-at-worst-ma!

Now it is time for my periodic PSA: The Stairs Are Trying To Kill Us All. Do not take the gravity for granted, as it will fuck you up.

Hold on to the rail, and never go down the stairs with both hands full. You will fucking bite it.