prostrate

Flat on the ground I fell.

The ice finally brought me down, prostrate on the sidewalk. I felt my feet go out from my center of balance and did NOT feel where my arm flailed out to try and stop gravity. I'm not sure if it was the actual fall that injured my shoulder, or if it was the angle or pull from the dog leash that made it worse. In any case, I'm in an uncomfortable state.

And Patrick has a case of whiplash, says the chiropractor, from a jerky ride on his most recent flight to Denver. We are a couple of sorry looking folks.

Quote of the day from George Eliot;

"What do we live for if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?"

take good care!