Sunday morning. New house. Party that afternoon.
Darling Man has stopped by Krispy Kreme on his way home from work and I am standing on my new back deck in my nightgown enjoying the sticky, chocolate covered confection when I decided to take a step forward...
And fall off the deck.
I landed hard on both knees before pitching forward and landing on my built-in, upperbody pillows. They hurt like hell, but recovered quickly. The knees? Not so good. I don't think anything is broken, but bruised severely.
I spent all of yesterday with my feet up and ice bags across my knees and on my left ankle, which re-sprained while compensating for the bum knees. They're getting better. I'm walking with a cane at the moment, but hopefully will be off it tomorrow.
And I am desperately hoping to be back online tonight. For the last few days, my computer has been sitting forlornly in a box on the floor of the spare bedroom, while I scoured Goodwills for a replacement desk. I found one, but it's still in the garage since I can't move the thing right now. Darling Man will have to either do it or help me do it.
That hot tub is definitely coming in handy. I don't know how anyone moves house without one.