kerplunk

I walked out of my apartment yesterday after a weekend of huddling within my lined trousers and doubled socks.  After drowning my sorrows in hot chocolate, I'd convinced myself that at 30 degrees, surely I'm safe.

Wrong-o. 

No sooner had I stepped foot on pavement than my feet flew like italian sausages on a pogo-stick, bruising both my ego and my behind. I didn't crack the concrete, but its safe to say I cracked my head as my zip code remains the same.