I know I'm getting old when I can't navigate a sidewalk which has some "down" steps in it to another level. As fate would have it, I completely missed the steps. Next step was to the emergency room - hand laceration. broken toe, broken thumb, extreme embarrassment. My next purchase is some sort of radar to help me keep my feet on the ground.. Getting old is not for sissies - I learned my lesson. Keep your eyes on the ball!
The high primal objects to my using the term old. She claims I'm merely elderly. Which brings to mind - a rose by any other color smells the same
The best part of the story is that I'm being waited on hand and foot for a few days