John, I'm reading this with a smile on my face despite some awful pain ... first off, I'm delighted to hear you're happy with my work; it was a fun job, and really turned that piece of history around. (Not sure, but I'd bet it's older than me.)
After a night of heavy thunderstorms (rare for January), I headed out the back door and down the thirteen wooden steps this morning to go to the shop. About thirty blue birds caught my eye ... "wow, blue birds in January!" Next thing I knew I was looking at the sky, the scoop of cat food I was carrying was scattered all over the lower stairs and I had a stair tread buried about five feet into the middle of my back. Yeah, I'm exaggerating -- but it sure felt that way. I didn't slip on ice but those stairs are always a bit slick in the rain. I've spent the entire day on the couch watching CSI reruns and alternating ice bags and the heating pad feeling about 150 years old.
Your post and the comments made my day! :-D Owwww that hurts -- can't smile that big LOL
I can't turn my head far enough to see my back in the mirror but I'm betting it'll be all kinds of cool colors tomorrow. It's hell gettin old.
