Once upon a time, a very long time ago (going on 20 years, I think) in a land far away, I took a fall down a long, steep set of metal stairs in a castle ruin. It happened in Scotland, and I obviously lived to tell about it, but during the fall I wasn’t sure I would. Even M had thoughts of having to take me home in a body bag. We both agree it seemed to take hours for me to reach the bottom although it was probably a matter of seconds. I miraculously made it to the bottom with almost no injuries (a cut, a missing fingernail, a little mud on my nose).
It occurs to me that with all we have going on today, I might end up doing another flash post. I usually like to keep a post handy for those “just in case” days when I either don’t have the time, energy, or inclination to post. So I got up early today to do a “just in case” post. I will schedule it to post and, if I don’t find time to post live and in person later today, we can all visit Colorado Springs in 2010 and assume I met my commitment to get outdoors for the day which I will then tell you all about on Sunday. Or something.