About 20 minutes ago, in an effort to go down stairs (see above) to take some pictures my mom needed, I fell down the stairs.

I stayed there for a few minutes trying to breathe and rubbing my (still) numb arm. Then I looked up and took a picture of my damn curious cat.



Only really interested in the noise I made and not the fact that I was crumpled at the bottom of the stairs possibly in need of medical attention. But at least she cared, my mom never came out of the kitchen.

I was just kissed three times by an Italian man. It was very awkward and not at all like I expected-- not that I was expecting to be kissed by a strange man at work-- but it was more lips and less cheek to cheek pressing than I always imagined.

P.s. speaking of kisses-- my mom just walked in while I was at work, handed me a candy bar, and then kissed me all big on the lips in front of a guest I was checking in.

It's an odd day.