Falling is for old people!

Oops! And me! I've had two recent falls (and neither are the good kind like falling in love).

I was taking out my recyclables last week, and running a little late so I was actually RUNNING up my driveway with the big cart. When I got to the street I (with lots of momentum still) tried to whip the container around so it was facing the right direction for the automated truck to come pick it up. I wheeled it too quickly and as the container began to fall down I realized I was going for a tumble as well. I was then laying in my street, face down, moderately injured, and my first thought was, "I wonder if any of my neighbors saw!" I picked myself up and collected a few stray recyclables and went to work (I noticed later scrapes on my palms and a big bruise on my left elbow).

This week, I dreamt that I was sitting on a sofa outside in NYC (like near Times Square). I was lifting my feet off the ground when some roaches ran by but then someone told me there were a bunch of rats running/climbing up the right hand side of the sofa, and as I flinched/jumped away from them, I REALLY did jump left and threw myself right on out of bed. OOPS! So lame... I fall down repeatedly, now I fall out of bed, I'm a hot mess!!! And no, it's NOT a common occurrence! Although the dogs were more than willing to also get up at 2:30 AM and run outside for a potty break, so it sort of worked out (or at least falls under the category of no harm, no foul).

I need to work on keeping my head in the clouds and feet on the ground!