Sometimes I am reminded that I shouldn't take myself too seriously.  These times are generally accompanied by a very great relief that nobody has been watching.

Being colder weather, I have been plagued with the occasional sniffly nose of late, which means that it's time to be extra vigilant emptying pockets before doing the laundry -- not sure why, but the loads of dark clothes seem to be absolute magnets for all the tissues that I have carted around.  I guess they gravitate to the place where they can make the biggest mess and let the dryer disperse them freely.

Making the bed in the morning also means picking up the odd tissue (or 9) that I have left under my pillow during the night.  So this morning I was making the bed by myself while His Dudeness readied himself for work.  I was making several trips back and forth from side to side of the bed (because I am a nut about bed-making neatness) and on every second or third trip, I would pick up a tissue from the tangle of bed clothes.  As I was still in my PJ's and had no pockets, I took a cue from my mother and tucked the tissues into the waistband of my jammies with the intent of disposing of them properly when I got the chance.  You'd think I would have had the chance, wouldn't you?  

At about the time that I finished the bed, Sir Dude decided that it would be nice to have his last cup of tea out on the porch and wanted me to accompany him, which I was, of course, delighted to do.  We took our cups out and sat to watch the birds and squirrels doing all their little morning routines.  Lovely brisk fall morning in Chester County.  Nice conversation with my loved one.  Beautiful fall colors and rustling leaves.  Just a wonderful start to my Monday morning at home.  One thing led to another and Himself decided to tackle a little job on the porch -- repairing the shutter screen that had started to come apart during the last windstorm -- soon we were deep into the work at hand.  Repair accomplished, goodbye Phillip, have a nice day, I'll see you around noon.

I went inside to put his cup into the dishwasher and make myself another cup of coffee and had the oddest sensation that my left leg was going numb.  What on earth?  Had I twisted something while we worked on our little project?  Had I injured myself yesterday doing yard work?  Was I just old and creaky and falling apart?  My leg -- what an odd sensation -- it felt like there was something brushing against my leg, but there was nothing there -- I could walk fine, but there was definitely something not quite right.  What's wrong?  What's wrong?  Am I having a stroke?  I can walk okay -- should I panic now or wait a minute or two?  Oh dear oh dear oh dear!!!  How will I get to the hospital?  Where's my cellphone?  What's the number for 9-1-1?  

And what is that lump of tissue doing making its way down my leg?  How did it come loose from my waistband to fall down inside my pantleg?  What a big moron am I?  

Oh well --- if I can't laugh at myself ... then I'm not paying attention.