This weekend while visiting Carmen, my feet tripped over themselves and I hit the pavement. Hard. First, nothing is broken. Second, I am fine. Bruised, scratched, and a little humiliated. The girls had on heels…I was the one in sneakers trying to help them steady themselves over the stupid pavement. So grateful that it wasn’t nothing worse.It happened early Saturday morning, and the above picture was the first night, still really swollen, and glasses scratched (badly). Wrists, elbows, shoulders, nose and mouth (no loose teeth either) are tender, but my left knee is in some pain. (The picture below is at home 36 hours later.)This picture is Sunday (about 30 hours later) at lunch (breakfast) at Louie’s in Baton Rouge (a must if you are in town). We eat there whenever we are there. Swelling is down, and starting to scab and heal. Bruising is darkening, and my joints are hurting.And, now I am home…another bath with Epsom salts…and spare glasses are working fine.