The day is starting out great. I walk to Union Square and put Ty in his bag and head down to the subway. I’m wearing a wide legged cuffed pant, and somewhat pointy but thank god, flat, boots. On the way down the stairs, a boot tip gets caught in the cuff of the other leg and I trip.
Ty is on my shoulder, bag slung to the back. As you might know, my dog is not a little toy bag dog. He’s a good sized animal and with my handbag, I’ve got about 30 lbs. on my shoulder. As I fall, the bag swings forward.
Somehow, I grab the rail, and I don’t fall more than a couple of steps. My knee hits a step but I’m OK. Miraculously, Ty doesn’t fly off my shoulder and doesn’t hit too hard when the bag lands.
We could have both ended up in the hospital this morning. I shook on the train platform.
So I get to work, and the coffee is cold because the pot was left on a desk instead of the hot plate, and a page that needed a quick fix blew up in my face and needed to be completely done over.
What else, today, I ask you?
Oh yeah, knitting. I started a simple toe up sock out of Trekking 108. It’s mindless, so I’m nearly up to the heel. I did another square of the baby blanket - square count now up to 6. The Aran Pullover is slowly chugging along. Don’t even mention ruffles.