Yesterday, on the first day of this, the new year, when spirits are high and the possibilities are endless, I began this new chapter with all its hopefulness and wide open prospects by falling down the stairs. Wood ones. Hard. On my back. And all the things in my hands went flying. And I think I might have yelled something profane as I went down but it all happened too fast to be sure. There was flailing. There were thuds. Loud ones.