Today I disassembled, and with the help of Miss Thursday, moved, a big unwieldy heavy awful desk. I sustained an injury. Did I sustain this injury in taking the thing into bits? In hoisting it to carrying height? In taking it downstairs? In shoving it into a vehicle? In getting it out again and wedging it awkwardly through a door just slightly too small? No, my injury was not so sustained (tho’ if it turns out that I’ve damaged Miss Thursday by squishing her between a desk and a huge monitor, it did happen during the furniture-moving and I apologize.)

I twisted my ankle pretty badly — worse than I’ve ever done it before, at least — by going downstairs too energetically. I AM THE QUEEN OF THE KLUTZES! ALL LESSER KLUTZES WILL BOW BEFORE ME!