That time you slip on your freshly swiffered hardwood floor and as you are recovering your balance, your cane – which you are currently highly dependent on – goes flying down an entire flight of stairs. Stunned, you remember there is another cane just a few feet away that you can hobble to like you’re walking on a tightrope. But, just as you grasp that cane and turn back, you slip AGAIN and that cane too goes flying down the stairs.

Not moving from the sofa till husband gets home. Finishing the Netflix series, You, since I’m already living a nightmare. It’s awesome, btw.

(Nothing was hurt, everything is fine, but terror was in the air for a few seconds as I pondered what my next move would be.)