We're getting ready for vacation so I'm doing that odd-ball stuff that needs to be done. However:
I'm walking into the bedroom with my suitcase, catch it on the doorframe, and it puches me in the gut and knocks me to the floor. My gut and ribs are still sore 3 hours later! (I hadn't felt that since my first husband punched me 25 years ago!)
Kev's rolly duffle has a partly blown out zipper. I'm at my sewing machine repairing it, I move the duffle and somehow it knocks me in the head, around my left eye, and knocks me out! I come too with Kev checking my vital signs. Only minor swelling - I iced my eye. I hope it doesn't color. That was 2 hours ago, and I'm still a bit dizzy.
Ya'know how bad stuff comes in threes... what's next?
I need a smooch and a hug
Bren