Watch Out!

Last night I had a confrontation with a "black icy" driveway. Thankfully, no one saw it happen, but it took me about five minutes to realize I was okay, gather my purse, my books, and my dignity and get back up. The only casualties are a bruised self-image of my gracefulness, a slightly stiff neck, and the first skinned knee I've had in forty-some years. Sorry, Sam Bernstein. You won't be getting a call from me.

P.S. I just read in Ron's blog comments that Joyce had the same fate be"fall" her! I hope you're okay, Joyce.