Arrrrg!

Yesterday morning, I looked out of the window at work at a new winter wonderland. Sharon seemed a bit envious of me going home to walk in the snow, but she could have been egging me on.

I set out for an afternoon walk determined to enjoy the day. One old man behind a snow shovel asked me if this was Merry Christmas or Bah Humbug. I thought it was too soon to tell. I forged on. The snow was really packy and did not seem one bit icy. It was also laying very gently on the tree branches.

Then, I had one of those feet out from under you moments where you think a thousand thoughts in one split second - oh, this is going to be a bad one, oh, oh, my leg doesn't bend that way, oh, what does the casting situation look like when you've broken 10 bones, and oh, how will I get all the way to the hospital from here? When I hit the pavement though, I sort of bounced - you know, before anyone could see me. I think the need to remain anonymous at this point actually turned the road into rubber. It's going to be a long winter.