I didn’t get to finish my tea this morning because of gravity. I’m blaming gravity because, without it, it probably wouldn’t have spilled all over the road when I fell.

I suppose I could blame my ankle, because of how it often dislikes being an ankle. I think it wants to be a really loose door hinge, instead, with the way it likes turning inward toward the rest of my leg.

I kinda wish it’d stop doing that. Not that I want to stand in the way of anyone’s aspirations — it’s not my place to prevent things from being what they want. But it’s my ankle doing this. It’s attached to me, so it kinda gets in my way, and causes me to abruptly introduce myself to whatever serves as the ground. In public.

This morning, I became intimately familiar with a section of road in front of someone’s driveway. I say ‘intimately familiar’ because that’s about the only way I can justify it getting all my chai latte. I don’t share my drinks with just anybody….

My coat survived, which is good. So did the three cases of soda in my backpack. My sunglasses got scratched, but not too badly. I added a layer of skin to my lovely-comfy yoga pants, and I’m guessing there’s a bit of elbow on the inside of my coat somewhere.

So, I got to spend a few minutes around dawn this morning practically in the middle of a road, crying over stupid things [lost tea, my coat, my sunglasses, the soda, my nonexistant pride] because I was seriously pissed at myself for letting myself fall. I also got to spend those few minutes learning that Gremlin was willing to sit there in the middle of that street with me, and be more concerned about me while I was busy fretting over my various possessions.

I guess the day wasn’t all bad.