I got here Thursday, and I fell on Friday.
Annie and I were running, and I tripped over an uneven patch of sidewalk. It was unspectacular, Annie said it looked like it was happening in slow motion. I tried to stop myself, and I thought, a couple of times, that I had succeeded, but no. We were going slightly downhill, and I could feel gravity behind me, pushing like a freight train, and I went all the way down, flat on my chest, the palms of both hands flat on the ground and skinned.
In better news, I got free coke and chik-fil-a today.