It never fails to amaze me how ten years of dance classes were completely ineffective at giving me any sense of grace.

Walking to the mailbox I managed to stumble and fall into the road (luckily not into traffic) bashing the side of my bad kneee in the process (a knee made bad by another bout of sheer clumsiness and stupidity in college). Then carrying laundry upstairs I manged to smash a toe under the door. Not broken, but there’s going to be a bruise. Only when I went to change my pants did I realize that my knee is already swollen and bruised from the fall.

So I sit in the living room, legs propped up on the sofa; Ice pack on my knee.

And to add insult to injury, I just realized that the book I picked up to read–which is quite good so far–is part of a trilogy, and I only have books one and two.

BAH!

So my request for the day: If I ever come across a wish granting fairy, remind me to ask for grace as one of my wishes. Or at least a reduction in clumsiness.