Flying Leap

So… I consider myself to have a pretty fun-loving sort of attitude. For example, I regularly hide my family's drinks or plates of food if they happen to leave the table while eating. I try to keep a straight face when they return, but as soon as they realize their food is gone, they stare accusingly at me, at which point I break out into resounding guffaws.

I also like to run and take a flying leap onto my king-sized bed. (Consider that, in my mind's eye, I still see myself as 20 years younger than really am.) Anyway, last week, I attempted-once again- just such an aerial display. Only it didn't turn out as in all my previous flights. Namely, I fell off the bed and landed sideways onto the charging mobile phone in between the mattress and the chair. Then, the reality of my predicament began to sink in. Only, my mind replayed my sad plight in slow motion. I couldn't seem to move, I just lay there, instead of trying to extracate myself from between the chair and bed!

Everything about my life now cries, "middle age". To prove it I have visual conformation. Just look at that bruise and scratch-what a doozy!