And as I stepped toward the trunk, my right foot slipped on the ice, leaving my left foot planted as I pivoted around my left knee on the way to the ground. This hurt a lot.
One 911 call later, the ambulance arrived and took me to the hospital. I apparently have a torn ACL and will likely need surgery to put it back together.
This is not likely to improve the chances of having catalana's and my CDs out for FilkOntario.
And naturally, my out-of-town boss, who I had hoped to have a face-to-face conversation with this week, will be arriving on Wednesday for a three-day visit.
I am not in a particularly good mood.