The art of falling

As I have said before, I'm pretty good at falling. Proof to the point: getting into my cousin's building to feed Enzo, here busy making himself gorgeous for the camera, I fell, and seem to have sprain both ankles. I managed to get up and make it inside his ground floor apartment (such a relief! Couldn't see myself calling the paramedics to be lifted!), and am now resting on the couch, with ice packs carefully placed. Crap-a-doodle, as says my friend Jo.

And I don't even have a book with me!!!

(ps: then I got a phone call. Hadn't I already received a grant from the Canadian organization, I'd be receiving a grant from the provincial organization!)