Sometime Life Smacks You in the Face

Maybe there is a message for me in this.  Maybe I need to slow down.  

Or maybe it was just that step onto a muddy sidewalk at my aerobic pace, while on my way to the park, that was my undoing.  Maybe it's just as simple as that.

I couldn't stop my fall.  There was nothing to grab.  I landed in the mud, hands and face down, and smack, I face planted in the mud.  

I didn't see stars, just blackness, as I lay there not yet moving, assessing my state of being.  Then slowly I rose, found a tissue in my pocket to wipe the mud off my crocked glasses, another, cleaner one to wipe my face and blot the blood on my forehead, nose and wrists.  

I began walking home, about five blocks, and decided to have a look at the damage by using my phone.

Warning:  these are not pretty selfies.

On the street-

 Once I arrived home-

 And after I got myself cleaned up and iced my head for 30 minutes.

 Tom was over at Jill's house with the hot tub guys.  Once he checked in with me, I sent him these photos.  He said he was on his way.

Meanwhile Josy kept me company.  A purring kitty on your lap is very comforting.

 I'm doing OK.  I iced a couple of times, took some ibuprofen, and am dealing with a low grade headache and some kind of shaky legs.

This will not look good in the morning.