Or do I smash the mirror

Not to complain but I've been doing my normal business while injured the past couple days. I was bringing in the trash bin --- they finally collected it, late but not unreasonably so given the snow piles --- and the best path was the patch between my car and the side of the house. The problem is this is where the ice builds up, because water running off the roof falls right there and it refreezes. I figured I was walking in the correct winter-snow conditions and didn't think about it, and that's when I went tumbling.

As I fell I reached my hand out for the only thing I could see to break my fall on, which was a pile of snow nestled against the house. This did not work as a way of slowing my fall, but it did make my hand colder and more wet, so there's that. My hip and opposite knee somehow are still sore, but my wrist has pretty much recovered. I wasn't seriously injured, although I was offended by the falling.

I also got a tiny pinprick of a puncture in my middle finger, and went upstairs to wash off. I didn't think the wound was anything big until bunny_hugger got home and asked about the trail of pools of blood going up the stairs. I had no idea, and I still don't see how: the puncture was about the kind you get if someone needs a drop of blood for a sample, so, why the house should be drowning beneath rivers of blood is a mystery. I seem well, and haven't attracted undue interest from the vampire community, so I can just look at this as one more fall on the ice until the age when such falls start shattering bones.

Trivia: In 1377 the English parliament prohibited London goldsmiths from selling their products to anyone but London gold merchants, unless the buyer were willing to pay three times the price London merchants normally paid. Source: Gold and Spices: The Rise of Commerce in the Middle Ages, Jean Favier.

Currently Reading: Arming America: The Origins Of A National Gun Culture, Michael A Bellesiles.