T’was the night before the night before Christmas

T’was the night before the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a moose.

Or something along those lines.

I popped into work today to get a few things done that had to be finished before the term starts and I go back to work for real in January. It was a relaxed day with lots of Merry Christmas-ing and hugging. Then, at lunch time, I had to take a run downtown and discovered a truly icy patch on the sidewalk. Down I went after a short period of hang time. I knew I was going so just went with it, which probably reduced the amount of owies I received. I’ve found that if you try to fight it and stiffen up, you only end up with more injuries.

I did have to check to make sure I did nothing to my incision. Fortunately, I have not developed any leaks. I’m still sore but am now quite glad the surgeon decided that my staples weren’t ready to come out. They probably held things together and I really don’t want new ones. My poor old knee didn’t enjoy it, either.

I did stick my head into the barbershop where I fell and suggested they put a little salt down. I could have been a bit more grumpy about it, since they saw me go flying and no one came out to see if I was more or less intact. Oh, well. My Christmas spirit seems to have come early. And now, with my aches, I think I’m going to open some Christmas spirit in liquid form and have a black, Demeraran pain killer with coke.

End result: I did not get to the post office to mail the Christmas cards. I’m beginning to think they’re jinxed…