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Clumsy is as clumsy does

Here in the Northern Hemisphere, it gets pretty dark pretty early, in December.

It gets cold and wet at times, too.

So it would not be great if, say, a person were to haul their recycling out for the evening and trip down the last steps and twist their ankle and scrape themselves up and squelch right into the mud in the process.

That might not be super enjoyable.

But it might happen from time to time, to someone.

Someone clumsy.

Someone like me.

Still a little bit ouchie

(I seem to have lived though. Good news, that. Also bonus thanks for the gift of yoga shoes – multiple pairs – which I can wear and they don’t rub my boo-boo like socks do at present.)

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