1. I’ve recently been trying out neighborhood gyms because all the snow and ice made me afraid that running in the Park would be a health hazard. Me running on ice equals no bueno. So of course I try to run to a class at the gym last weekend and slip on the icy curb, plummeting into slushy mud. Alas, I did provide some nice laughter for the 10 people waiting for a bus across the street…and still made it to the class and only got about five bruises.
2. Later that day I accidentally punched a girl in the face while playing basketball. Add a bruised knuckle to the earlier bruise collection.
3. When I got off the train in Jersey last night, I walked more than a mile in the wrong direction. Luckily a friendly gal gave me a ride to the right place (and, yes, I took a ride with a stranger).

Let’s hope the long weekend provides me better coordination/direction.