Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground

(That’s a song title. . .and I happen to be listening to it at the moment!) Just wanted to give a little dispatch: I’m back home in Nashville! I celebrated my homecoming by falling down the stairs last night. This wasn’t your average fall, though. No, I was holding a massive basket of dirty laundry and wearing my pizza>vegetables T-shirt and pajama pants and fuzzy, non-matching socks. And I slipped, falling on my butt and snapping my head back. I “slid” down the stairs, my head bouncing off of steps, until I came to a complete stop about 4 stairs from the bottom. I was still clutching the laundry basket, which had deposited some of its contents in a trail from the top of the stairs. Muffin was on the couch staring at me. If you could have seen the expression on her little puppy face, you would have know that dogs can commuicate. I’m A-ok now, except for a sore (whiplash) neck and a bruised ego. 😦