Came home and had a wonderful nap and then TBG brought me lunch out on the upper balcony, where I'd been reading about the history of Venice. I even told him that I couldn't remember a day when I'd felt so comfortable and relaxed.
He was cleaning up and I decided I would put my border plants in. I got my little gardening bench
and dug the hole for my first plant. No worries. I got up, the bench rolled and I went into the star jasmine bushes, completely tearing up my left arm. An hour and stitches and multiple bandages later, I'm back home and not very happy about things. What isn't punctured or scraped is swollen and bruised.
What the hell, life!