I haven’t posted since the day after Christmas. There is good reason for this, though – I was in the hospital and then rehab for a week. I’m still not sure how this happened, and it doesn’t matter at this point, but I somehow managed to somersault down the flight of stairs that leads to my apartment on the outside of the house while I was taking Sophie out. I was at the top, then I was a crumpled heap at the bottom. I’m eternally grateful that all I sustained in the fall was an ankle fractured in two places and a compression fracture in the mid-section of my back. Annoying? Yes. A wake-up call? Definitely. Fatal? No. It could have been so much worse.
And yes, these are the stairs…
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