In an effort to make up for my lack of a tangible post yesterday, I now present you with this gem.
After a restful weekend, I was determined to make my way into the office for at least a few hours today. I needed human interaction after nine days of near isolation, and I figured a brief test of my stamina would be good. Yet when I awoke this morning, I began to wonder if shouldn’t give myself one more day of rest. But no, true to my stubborn ways, I stuck to my original plan. After a restless night of sleep and a challenging morning with Luna reveling in the complete puppyness of her ways, I took my time getting ready and headed to the office around 8:00. Driving through the rainy, dreary morning in heavier traffic than my usual commute? Sure, no problem. Not my idea of fun, but I managed. Summoning the head-to-toe energy necessary to walk up the front steps to the office? Problem.
Knee/hands/elbow, meet concrete steps. Concrete steps, meet knee/hands/elbow. Y’all haven’t met before, but the knees/hands/elbows know some friends of yours in locations around Missouri, Oklahoma, and a handful of other states. Hey, nice to meet you.
With my brain preoccupied with whether I could manage even a half day, my body decided to rebel from the beginning. One second I was making my way up the steps, the next second I had stubbed a toe and down I went. In the rain. In front of a cute guy. Once my brain caught up with where my body had decided to go, I muttered a subdued “ouch” (impressive, I know) and picked myself up. He asked if I was okay, I said yes, but it apparently wasn’t my day. He replied that it was a Monday after all. Yep, Monday wins.
If my life were a romantic comedy, this embarrassing event would have sparked some entertaining conversation with the cute guy who witnessed my wonderful klutziness. Alas, my life is not a romantic comedy. Feeling rather self-conscious and in quite a bit of pain, I picked myself up, brushed some of the rain from my pants, picked up my stuff, and made my way into the building and the elevator with cute guy and two other people. Completely unable to look at anything but the ground.
But you know, I can’t leave embarrassing moments like this alone. I had to tell a few people in the office and now I’m posting it here for all to read. You know, just like this moment and these moments. Because I am a klutz, and I’m not afraid to admit it.
A part of me is tempted to just let Tuesday win before Tuesday even starts. Or not, because I’m clearly too stubborn for that. Bring it on, Tuesday.
