Down on my knees - in a painful way

Okay, so Jackie fell off her treadmill and hurt her knee. But she had her very sweet daughter administering her sympathy and prayers.

I fell out of bed this morning and landed on my knees. An accident, not a prayerful intention, I might add. Yow! (I really need to tell you my "Christmas Night Terror" story because it's actually funny and my knee still hurts from then, but I don't have time right now.) I had leaned out of bed to pick up something off of the floor to pull on and fell out. I was only half awake, which is probably why I hadn't just swung my feet to the floor as I usually do.



Dear, sweet Rico, my beloved Golden Retriever,


my guardian and compassionate friend, came running to my aide. But he seemed to think I was on the floor to play with him and got all in my face with his nasty breathe. He did lay down next to me, then, until I could get up off the floor. Now my already sore knee is even more sore and swollen. I had been getting up to get onto the treadmill, but wasn't up to that right then. Probably as well. I would have probably fallen off the treadmill as my friend did!