Brandy slept through the night just fine. She has a crate-pen-litterbox contraption that M created and arranged in my kitchen.
As to Friday's reference to ladders. I fell. Stupid. Hanging drapes. Stepped from the third rung of a step-ladder to a low stool. Stool went one way, I went the other. The result was slamming the back of my head into the metal divider between the sliding glass doors. Noise, pain, blood and tears (tears were someone's when she saw the blood running between my fingers as I held the back of my head). Ultimately, no sutures, no trip to the ER. Just a late night (M was worried I might have a concussion). lots of Advil, lots of ice packs and a two-day headache.
Was this a fitting end to that Friday? You know, the one with the corporate bosses and graduation?
Speaking of graduation:
OMG, so sorry about your head. I hope it is feeling better by now. Sounds like you need a day off... You were nice to take the corporate boss out, as much as I like him, I couldn't wait to get out of there Friday night and begin my weekend. You are a good egg.
I'm wondering if a fall like that, described in a blog, qualifies as slapstick. You know,like slipping on the banana or taking a creme pie in the face... But no, I winced, especially when you mentioned blood. Glad at least that there were no stitches. Take it easy. Isn't a new puppy enough to adjust to without hanging curtains right at the end of a work week?