Ow.

There are a couple-three tile-covered steps leading from the kitchen to the landing at the top of the basement stairs at Roseholme Cottage. In the process of closing the door behind me most ricky-tick so that Huck would not go explore the basement, I fell down them this morning.

There was the thumping and banging and then the subsequent keening and whimpering, which not only served as well as a closed door for keeping Huck away from the basement, but also brought Bobbi on the run, no doubt expecting to find a seriously busted-up roomie, given all the auditory drama.

As it is, I did not actually impale my right shoulder blade on the handle for the back door while falling past it, as I had initially feared, and Roomie says the scrape isn't even bleeding, and nothing appears broken, so tally-ho.