The highlights of the evening included hanging onto a stop sign for awhile before I was able to make my way across the street to an event I'd looked forward to attending. I congratulated myself for making it through the front door before I had to sit down. The ticket taker brought me tea while I waited an hour or so for the presentation that took place in an adjoining room to end, gritting my teeth through a half dozen more spasms.
Here's the funny part. There was a baby grand piano just inside the front door. As I clung to a friend's arm, I collapsed again, this time striking a rather dissonant chord on the piano with my butt cheek.
Fallen autumn leaves and fluffy white snowflakes are lovely to look at but convince me God invented machinery for a reason.