I want to blame not going out last night on my knee, but it was just one of many factors.
There was a bear get-together in town. Even my little brother thought it would be a good idea to go to it, since I've been kind of a shut-in lately. I didn't get to town until 10, though, and I noticed the first problem almost immediately... no street parking. I forgot, the snow hadn't quite melted yet.
This actually could have been easily taken care of at the library, which lets you park for free after-hours in their garage, but I went past the bar first and... ugh. Too many people, already. No thanks. I mean, yes all that AND falling into my knee in the snow and ice and basically tearing up my knee, but honestly when the crowd gets to a certain stage for me, it becomes "critical mass" and I have to leave or have a meltdown, as it were. So I just went to the bookstore and then went home, where my brother cooked me an awesome steak. A huge t-bone, that will probably haunt me in a few hours. Yeesh. But delicious.
I've never been the most graceful person, so slipping and ripping up my knee was not a big deal to me. Some of the ice that had melted had re-frozen into a slippery sheet. My older brother tried to help me up, but my pain was so great that I had difficulty explaining that I needed to get up by myself because I was on a giant slippery ice sheet and basically his help would doom both of us.
The aftermath looked like I had a fight with one of those machines from "Will It Blend?" and lost spectacularly. But after the leg thing and having my gall bladder taken out, it didn't faze me. It was just blood, and indeed, after cleaning the mess away, it was not as bad as it looked.
It did look bad enough that I doubt any action would have taken place if I disrobed with the lights on, though, so I passed up on the bear run.
Apartment hunting now... if I'm lucky the rain will have melted enough snow to make it up to my brother's house today.