Night Tripping
Category: Kitchen Sink...
Posted Sunday, August 07, 2005 at 02:28 AM [GMT-6]

I decided to take a little break on the back patio. I went out onto the brightly lit porch, listened to a cricket chirp and felt the muggy, warm and still air, and decided the atmosphere would be improved with a little less light. So I went back to the door, reached inside and turned out the lights. The neighbor's security light still cast a signficant glow onto the porch, so I headed into the lawn to get a better view of the night sky...

...and promptly tripped over the short plastic stool that had been moved onto the grass while the patio is being refinished. It happened so suddenly that I was down before I could react, face forward. I scraped my right forearm and hand along the rough edge of the stool as it tangled with my feet, and managed to kick it forward so that I landed -- hard -- with one of the upturned legs rammed into my left ribcage. I lay in the grass for a couple of seconds, assessing the damage and clearing my already addled head. Yeah, everything's still working; nothing is excruciating; the only real injury is to my pride, and at 2:15 a.m., I don't have much of that left anyway.

So, now I'm sitting here at the keyboard, blood oozing from four shallow gashes in my thumb and with already aching ribs, contemplating another five and a half hours of blogging, and here's what I'm thinking: I could sure use a chili cheese dog right about now!

Hey, I've got to keep my strength up, you know?