I am a giganto klutz. Usually, however, this is limited to an encounter with a doorframe here, an altercation between my knee and the edge of a coffee table there, and so on. But not usually all in one day.

Yesterday the stars were aligned just so, apparently, because I have outdone myself.

Walking down the back steps in my new sandals, I forgot they are slanted and wet and the sandals are new and I slid down about four of them. Hypochondria spoke up just then, informing me that I had broken my arm (lie) so I sat there on the step for a minute and was a Big Girl and did not cry and then went on to church and put a band-aid on the scrape on my forearm and was amazed once again at how a band-aid can make it all better. I have bumped the large and painful bruise several times since then, as I attempt to be polite by not putting my elbows on the table while eating. I have a lovely polka-dot bruise on one hip, and am contemplating dying yarn in a matching colorway.

Anyway. Then I collided with doorframes several times over the course of the afternoon, finishing off the evening by burning my thumb rather badly on the frying pan while making dinner.

Today has been uneventful. I will attempt to continue not hurting myself.