I am certain, everybody knows the feeling!
One minute you are walking downhill, on freshly fallen snow, carefully watching where you place your boots. You hit a hidden icy patch and SPLAT! the next minute you are flat on your back, bottom foremost, legs shot out you from under you, staring at the sky.
The first thing after that is mentally checking yourself over: are all moveable parts intact? Any cracks?
Any dents? Everything is OKish, only your dignity has taken a very hard knock.
It's only when you crawl to your knees and back upright again, that you realise you have broken your fall with your wrist, which is beginning to complain agonisingly about this unkind treatment.
So, there you are, I am now a one-fingered typist. Which means that I will neither be able to do much commenting, although I will still read your blogs, or write posts myself for a day or two, I hope. Only the thumb still works on my left hand, how will I pull up my pants?
The absolute howler is that this is also my 333rd post. Instead of dazzling you all with a post of unsurpassed wit and wisdom, the jumping rabbit is all I have to offer in the way of celebration.
At least it's not the Kitchen Sink this time.