I'm a little slow this morning

and it has almost nothing to do with the trip and spectacular fall I executed on entry into work this morning.  I am exceedingly glad that no one was around to witness it.  Graceful I am not.  I take my victories where I can though.

I may have fallen but I did not spill one single drop of coffee.  

I was not born with a full body sense of rhythm.  I might look like I am keeping time to the music when I am sitting in my chair, but get me out on the floor and my feet don't ever seem to connect.  That, or there is a signal delay between brain and feet, as if the information has to go through another set of processors before it gets to my knees.

There was that one time in gym class, where the basketball layup shot the teacher was trying to teach us, was perfectly executed by my whole self.  He was convinced that I had finally gotten it, and it took almost no time to prove to him, that no, no matter what I did, it was never ever going to be repeated.  

But, put two pointy sticks in my hand with some yarn, and give me a pattern made of purposeful holes, and I am become music.  

Gosh I love knitting lace.