(Mis)adventures in Stair Descending

So, on the way to the pub last night, before any alcohomahol was consumed, my handbag and shoes combined to nearly kill me on the stairs. Handbag slipped off my shoulder, so I let go of the handrail to swing it back on and the shoes I was wearing have apparently no grip on carpet and I slid completely off the edge of the stair I was walking down. Down I went, bouncing on my butt down several stairs and, of course, landing largely on the hip that's been giving me trouble any way.

So yeah, a bit sore today (as well as dopey from the two (TWO!) T3 the roomie gave me last night - whee coedine!). I'm going to have to try and stay mobile, since sitting actually hurts more, and I think I'll be making a trip to the pool to try and loosen things up - and join the Y using my credit card, since I've been meaning to.

Oh, by the way, I got my hair done yesterday. Cut and colour, with blonde highlights and touches of red underneath. I look like Glenn Close!

Now to nudge my plot writers along and have a shower so I can actually move. Down to the gym to cancel membership, I think first. If walking helps, I'll go for a stroll around Grenadier Pond. If it doesn't, pool downtown.