While cleaning the bathrooms earlier this week, within the space of one hour, I experienced two near-disasters:
First - while trying to get up from crawling around cleaning corners in mine, I lost my balance in such a way that I wound up performing a damned fine double knee slide. (Tile floors and yoga pants really love each other.) Ducking into it in an attempt to stop wasn't the best idea, because I very nearly slammed the top of my head into the side of the tub.
Second - perched atop the toilet while reassembling the shower curtain in Didgeridoo Boy's bathroom, I spun a little. Just a little. However, it was just enough to have me lose my balance, resulting in a reflex hop to the floor. The momentum from the hop launched the shower curtain rod into a spin that culminated in its whacking me in the head.
Later the same day, I dropped a coffee cup on my foot while unloading the dishwasher and sucked a corner of the dog's blanket up the vacuum (usually it's the sofa throw). While trotting down the stairs after blowing out my hair, I launched and landed a couple of steps down. The high point of my day, however, was walking right smack into a wall while trying to figure something out on my phone.
One day, people. One. And those are only the highlights. It puts almost melting my tongue with hot soup yesterday into not-so-bad perspective. The whole week has been a bit Tilt-A-Whirlesque. So - - have some music. I'm a bit motion sick, and need to hide somewhere to get my bearings.
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