The Streak ended Saturday with a totally preventable and wimpy fall. The bang came on Monday.
On Saturday, Mom was helping me get dressed, but needed to leave for a wedding. Of course, I told her, I can pull my pants up. She left; I fell.
I wasn't hurt, just annoyed.
I wasn't hurt Monday either, though I did my best.
In three transfers over two hours, I fell. requiring my sister and brother-in-law to rescue me.
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