After one whole year traveling through 16 countries, countless vehicles of every kind, walking up stair cases by the hundreds, and never, ever fell, I broke that record today.
I was walking down the steps in the apartment, tripped and found myself at the bottom of the staircase, a bit before I was ready, and not on my feet.
I had an appointment to talk about my book, and to sign copies and went to the center in pain. I hobbled in, took a seat and three people showed up. Two purchased books. Well, guess that was worth it.
When I got home, Brandon fixed me up with two ice packs.