I decided next time it snows I'll wear boots to church, and not worry about what anyone thinks. We had so little snow--probably less than a quarter inch on the parking lot--but that was just enough for my feet to fly out from under me and send me flat on my back.
I am grateful that I fell on my back this time and not on the same knee and hand. I picked myself up, made my way over to the car, and then drove across the parking lot to a space right in front of the church. I went in, signaled to my husband to leave choir practice, and asked for a blessing from him and another elder from our church. I was promised that it would not set me back and I would have no long-term damage.
Today I ache all over, especially my neck, but I still managed to do yoga and the rest of my daily routine. I am excited to do more in my home, which is still in half-messy mode from moving two months ago. It's starting to look great, though.
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