Well, today is not my day for less excitement.
At lunch time I got up from the table where I ate with my 5th grade teaching compatriots, walked across the teacher’s lounge carrying a large pad of chart paper, and looked back as I was leaving the room to say …whatever. It didn’t get said. Someone had left a box in the hallway.
I was moving pretty fast and when my left foot caught that box, the rest of me kept going. I don’t fly any better now then I did when I was six years old. And there was no bush there to cover my fall. I landed on cold linoleum.
Nothing was permanently damaged — well, except the pad of chart paper. But I am fine — although my right knee is a bit more colorful than usual.