I’ve fallen a thousand times in a thousand places, but it manages to surprise me still.

I was trundling (I don’t use that word nearly enough) innocently down the hill to work, latte in hand, new iPod Touch playing nothing less than Kenny Loggins’ “Footloose” as I prepared mentally for two days of busyness and mental fatigue.

I was wearing FULL SHOES… yes, complete boots, warm and practical and Mom-approved.

I was being CAREFUL… it snowed last night, so things were a bit “fluid” out there.

But it didn’t help, evidently, because I hit an icy patch and was airborne in seconds flat.

Which is also how I landed on my knee, which caused my jeans to rip and the sidewalk to skin me right open. I’m hobbling now.

I won’t even mention how stiff my neck just got.

Oh, and the graceful latte is now just half-full, and it was mere seconds old.

I’m a little grrrr right now, so I will be doing things to try and cheer myself up today.

What a start back to the whole thing….