I was convinced I had mastered the art of walking on ice back in January. I learned how to land with style, and even broke my tailbone on the day I moved into the apartment I occupy with roomies now. I got a reminder of how “wonderful” it feels this morning when I was going out to walk to my car and I ended up landing on my butt again (kinda funny, I bounced on the stairs like a cartoon), but this time it wasn’t that bad. I’m sore, though. I was more worried about my laptop on the floor, ha ha! I guess I’ll have to ask the landlord to buy salt and get a pair of these.

Damn… And it’s not even November yet. Me has the feeling Winter will be something to remember. My derrière sure will remember.