I fell yesterday. Hard. I slipped on the hallway rug jamming to the kitchen from the garage with three bags full of groceries. My hip hit the floor first, then my ankle, and my finally my elbow. The groceries stayed intact. In fact, a loaf of bread cushioned my elbow from landing on the floor. My first thought was “Damn, I crushed the bread.” Then I was thankful it happened inside the house and not in front. Groan. I hobbled my old lady frame over to the cabinet where I keep the Advil. The bread wasn’t crushed. Only my ego. Again.