I do not have a broken finger
Today's edition of Walking While Stupid features an uneven sidewalk, typical for Boston and environs. Unfortunately, I botched my perception roll, and failed to notice its existence. Thus, I stumbled and fell sideways. Acquired: a lightly twisted ankle, two abraded hands, one skinned knee. On the plus side, my skirt is intact, I didn't fall in the Alley of Broken Glass, and, as already mentioned, all my digits are completely intact. And perhaps I've paid this month's stupid bill, too.
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It's such an ugly alley; I'm always surprised how much it is, given the toniness of some of the shops in front.
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Give us a call after Shabbat; the mohel is arriving around 2-ish to set up, and wants to assign honors to you and Shira.
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Coming out of the elevator into a parking garage, I managed to walk full-on into a sternum-high concret pylon.
Somehow, my body managed to wrap around it, and I suffered no injuries.
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(Last time I managed to trip spectacularly over not much of anything, I did break a finger, with surgery, physical therapy, etc., following.)
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