My left leg was asleep when I woke up this morning.
… I sure wish someone had told me that.
The thing was, it wasn’t tingling or feeling at all asleep. It wasn’t numb. It was just dead.
So, I rolled out of bed like I do every morning. I put my feet down like I do every morning. I stood up like I do every morning.
… and I fell on my ass screaming like a little girl. Most mornings, I don’t do that.
Vicky came a’running at the sound of my pleas but there was little she could do… except, perhaps, laugh.
So, I guess I won’t be calling her a klutz for a while…