I fell from the side of a semi today. Not sure if you've ever climbed up to the door of one, but the doors are six feet up. It requires three steps to get all the way up, and stepping down, I forgot about the other two. So basically, a six-foot drop.

It was a cool feeling, AT FIRST. Even though I've been away from it for seven years, the years and years of aikido training I once did taught me, if nothing else, how to fall. Without thinking about it, I tucked my chin, held my arms close in, went entirely limp, and turned (in the air) so I'd hit the ground sideways with the padding on my hips. Which I did. Hard. And stunned. But with nothing more than a huge bruise that's about to turn really vivid. Professional drivers have broken limbs falling from their steps.

But the freefall part was awesome. Like a millisecond dream of flying. From which, regrettably, I woke up. I feel like I accomplished something by not being in traction or dead or anything. Yay me.