lol, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up
I was out trying to expand the compost pit yesterday when one of my jumps on the shovel caused it to slide down into the existing pit and toss me off. I landed on one of the rocks I’d dug out, hitting it right on my coccis. While it hurt when I landed, it wasn’t sore enough that I didn’t finish the expansion. I discovered this morning however that getting up from a prone position required quite some doing. If it hadn’t been so painful, it would have been quite funny. I gave new meaning to the term roll out of bed. Once up and moving things improve dramatically but if I sit for any length of time all the stiffness and ow factor returns on trying to rise.
I’m hoping to find time to upload the garden pictures I took last week but today I’ve got to start putting the house back together. I spent three days frantically searching for my notes and records for a class from a year ago as I’ve got two students who, on discovering they’ve got to re-take the course have launched an appeal. I was convinced that I’d tossed those records in my reorganizing craze this past summer but last night, in the very last box, I found the damn things! I guess it does pay to be a pack rat.