Adventures!

This morning started out as usual, mostly. I went to bed at midnight, fell asleep around two, got up at four... well, that's just been the usual this week.

I've dropped the kids off at their respective schools, and I'm on my way home. Suddenly, I smell dog. Dog in the car. Phantom dog. I see little swirlies in my peripheral vision. Fine, whatever. I drive on.

I get home. I walk up the front steps. I fall on the front steps. About three seconds pass, and I'm sitting there on my hands and knees (just off a busy street during rush hour, mind), going "What the fuck?" I get myself together and haul ass inside because A) it's cold, and B) I'm embarrassed as all hell. I mean, really.

My knees are scraped, but not as much as they are bruised. I fell all the time as a kid. I don't remember it hurting like I busted my kneecaps wide open. Sometimes I didn't even notice. My wrist hurts from catching myself, and my hip hurts from falling wrong.

What the hell happened?