On December 17, I decided to go for a run at about 1 in the afternoon. It was a sunny, warm (but not too) day and I felt good. I ran up the hill of my townhouse complex parking lot and back down. Halfway down, I rolled my left ankle, landed on my left knee and rolled a few feet. The ankle: sprained. The knee: torn up and I think a bit sprained, as well.
On Christmas Day, I burned my arm on the oven (there are always casualties when I cook).
Finally, yesterday I sat on the couch with a 16-ounce mug of steaming peppermint tea. As I waited for it to cool enough to drink, the mug slipped out of my hand, burning my poor dog (who yelped and ran to hide under the couch) and myself and soaking the couch cushion.
There it is. I should make this a monthly report.