Monday lunch I took the dogs for walkies. They were eager so I picked up the pace and — as far as I can reconstruct things — when I set my foot on a small piece of wood the combination threw me off balance and forward. I remember having time to think clearly about what was happening, which often happens in moments like that, but without any ability to alter my trajectory.
Hence the goose egg.
By the grace of god, luck was with me. The lump on the head, a badly bleeding knee, but no damage of any sort beyond that. I’m very much aware it could have been so much worse. Plus my glasses, while bent, were not scratched; my phone flew out of my pocket but landed face up.
The biggest immediate problem was that the dogs were running loose. I staggered after them — I would have called TYG for help but only then did I realize I didn’t have my phone at hand — but they were enjoying the chase. Finally I overcame my fear of them running in front of a car and stopped. Dogs like a game of chase but they hate the thought of their parent walking away from them. While I was too worried to manage that, my stopping brought Plushie back, then Trixie stopped and let me catch up with her. Again, could have been really bad.
Despite that exciting opening to the work week, things went well. I got 6,000 words added to Let No Man Put Asunder as well as some work on Savage Adventures. My rewriting of Southern Discomfort went swimmingly; I was able to hit 20,000 words without difficulty. It’ll get tougher ahead (there are more scenes that need rewriting further on) but that was a good start.
I didn’t get an article in for The Local Reporter though I did have one published last week on Chapel Hill Library’s pushback against censorship. I am working on some new ideas I turned up — one for this week, a couple for after that. It’s always good to have stories in advance of deadline. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I look at the space race in comic-book ads and an issue that deconstructs the Clash of Titans.
Annoyingly I did not get any exercising done. Too sore Monday, tired Tuesday, then the schedule just went nuts with contractors and house cleaners. Still this week could have turned out a lot worse. But it didn’t!
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Glad you weren’t more seriously hurt (and that you recovered your dogs safely), Fraser. I took a similar “walkies”-related fall back in February and thought I’d come through basically unscathed, only to discover weeks later that I’d torn a rotator cuff in my right shoulder. (Mild but permanent damage, as it turns out… boooo.) We’re too old for this stuff!
I’m so sorry. I had a bad bike fall about 20 year ago that left me with damage that occasionally flares up. Nothing as bad as rotator-cuff though.
Yes, we are. As my wife has reminded me, I must be more careful.
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