Late last week I fell in the yard. In the hours following the fall I thought I was fine. It hurt but not as much as I thought it would. But, over the next few days, things felt worse and worse. This wouldn’t have really been a problem but I’d invited our youngest son, his girlfriend, their daughter (and we ended up with her cousin as well), and my dear friend, Peg to dinner on Monday. I’d already started to thaw a turkey. It was a commitment. It was time to panic. But of course, I shouldn’t have.