On the way to work this morning I slipped on a leaf. Not leaves but on one (1) leaf. Granted it was a wet leaf.
Down I went on my knees â€” my hands (thanks to my still lightening-fast reflexes) â€” broke my fall. Ouch.
Later on today I said something very surprising (to both me and my colleagues) in a meeting. It slipped out. I won’t repeat it â€” suffice it to say the phrase starts with screwed and ends in an expletive. I have no idea where that came from. Extremely atypical.
I blame sore knees interfering with sound judgement.