slip up

Thursday I was walking Polly near our house and I slipped and fell on a little sloped part of our lawn. The grass was icy or wet or something or maybe it was just my natural clumsiness. Anyway I went down on my left hand and sure enough I broke my wrist. It is going to need surgery.

There’s a lot I want to add here, but pecking away at the keyboard with one hand is extremely tiresome. I don’t know why this happened. Couldn’t the universe have sent me a postcard ahead of time to forewarn me?