Some days are better than others. Last night was an example of the kind that you’re just glad to be alive the next day. Yesterday had started well; I managed to get several thousand words written on a tale that I have created. Made some deliche pineapple burgers on the grill. The weather was gorgeous so I burned a few calories on the elliptical that sits on my front porch. I drank a couple of shots, and was at that stage where I had convinced myself that all was right with the world. Laughing, singing, listening to some music with my little girl. Then we sat to watch a movie, and my foot decided to fall asleep. I was blissfully unaware of this until I decided to stand.
My foot twisted to the right, and I toppled unceremoniously over the coffee table, landing with a groan on the floor. I managed to sprain my foot and bang up my knee. I am supposed to have a very busy weekend, and now I am left wondering how I will be able to get anything done.
I am having such a string of rotten luck for the past few months. I would lament to God, but I don’t consider it proper to beg for a reprieve given that I was drinking at the time. I think I’ll do something really nice for a stranger today, and see if that helps to turn my luck around. Maybe I’ll even bake cookies or a cake for my neighbors. What’cha think?