More reflections on 34th Street.
I had a really good class today, enjoying being back in person after last week's Zoom teaching, and I stopped to pick up a few groceries on the way home. Then I managed not only to trip and fall when I stepped off the curb, but to bang into a flexible post marking off the bike lane on my way down and slam it to the ground with my chest.
No serious damage done, fortunately, but I am sore. Everywhere. Also, although actual New Yorkers are nothing like their scary reputation for indifference and cold-heartedness, by the time the eighth or ninth person had joined the crowd around me and asked if I was all right, I would have preferred a lot less attention.
I was very grateful for their many helping hands when I was trying to get my ass up off the asphalt though.