Got up this a.m and decided I was going to the market come h--- or high water. (by the way, What does h--- have to do with high water?) Anyway, I was determined. I got as far as the kitchen and I tripped and landed on my right side. Don't know what I tripped on. The floor. My knee is getting a lovely bruise and arm feels like I put it in a vise. Was this my brain's way of saying, "You're not going anywhere"? Took aspirin. What a klutz. Am going to take a nap.