It's the first day of winter today and the shortest day of the year. We arrived in Tilbury late tonight and our Christmas holidays officially began the moment we walked through the door. My plan for the next six days was to eat, sleep and rejuvenate for what Steve is calling "The Year of Gen and Steve"!!! However, thanks to a rather abrupt start to our morning today, my intentions to rest and recover have new meaning.

I took a pretty nasty fall this morning when I was taking luggage out to the car. I slipped off the top step of our front door and hit our concrete barrier wall on the way down. Steve came rushing over when he heard the scream only to find me twisted up on the ground in a pile of ice and snow. I think that my body quickly went into shock because I couldn't move much other than to shake relentessly. When I finally tried to stand up, I had been so scared that I really couldn't feel any pain at all, I just needed to throw up. While I did take a bit of a beating, I came out of it with no broken bones at all...which is quite lucky considering how hard I went down.

The drive to Tilbury made for some very expected stiffness to set in and I just got out of very hot bath in the old claw tub in our room. The bruises are starting to appear and the desire for more Tylenol is rearing its ugly head!!! Pretty soon, I'll bury myself under a down blanket, let my Neocitron induced coma take over and let the healing begin! It's not exactly the greatest way to start off the season, but alas, we are home for the holidays and as the only cripple in the family right now...that entitles me to extra Christmas treats!!!!

So even the unkindness of gravity has its perks!!