Have you ever started out a day and thought that it might’ve been better to stay in bed?!  Mine went pretty well this morning…up early, rarin’ to go at the computer, because I have three chapters due Thursday and I want to make sure they are done in time.  So far, so good….

Except I got a little too involved and lost track of time.  The schedule here is that the dogs spend the night in our downstairs laundry room, because at two years of age Elmo still has a very devil-may-care attitude about house training…and Harold is getting too old to be totally dependable.  They go out  on their cable ties  at 7:00 am…then come back inside for their breakfast and a nice lazy day mostly spent on our deck and indoors.  Always.  While they are doing their morning business, I clomp down to the barn in my barn boots and jammies  (hey, I’m hoping that no one ever sees me–and so far, I think I’ve been lucky) to feed the horses and the barn cats.  Any later, and the cats all march up to the house, which makes handling the dogs a tad trickier.  And noisier. Bark, bark, bark….

But today I was late, thanks to Chapter Two.  And Harold, who is a good 88 years in people years, apparently couldn’t wait.  I skirted the little presents on the floor,  planning on clean-up after the dogs were out of the way.  I snapped on his leash and hurried outside…but I’d missed one of those fragrant gifts, stepped on it, and went sailing out the door onto the concrete patio, arms flailing, and went down like a felled tree.  Do you have any idea how slippery  that stuff can be?! Harold, with the wisdom of many years with an amazingly coordinated owner, bolted to the farthest stretch of his leash in panic.

And now today, I am working at my computer with Bandaids on my knee, foot, hand and elbow….looking very much like a grade schooler who has had a tough day in the playground.  And just the thought of this morning makes me laugh.

I remember attending  my first ever event where there were  Real Live Published Authors.  I was in awe.  Star struck.  Imagined their words flowing effortlessly onto the page when they wrote.  Imagined the  glamorous lives  they all led.   Well, I hope they do….and I really hope my time is coming! 

Now–how about you?  Have you had any memorably awkward  moments, or is it just me?!

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