Several weeks ago I ran up a flight of stairs to a classroom with all the equipment I needed to teach; an enormous bag loaded with notebooks, textbooks, grapevine wreath crowns (it was a class about Ancient Greece and the Olympics), etc. etc etc.and a cup of coffee. Just as I got to the top of the stairs the edge of the bag caught on a step, my balance shifted, my foot hit the top step instead of clearing it and I went flying. As I sprawled across the landing I managed to break my fall on my elbows and knees in such a manner that I avoiding spilling my coffee, a feat of remarkable, if foolish, prowess.
Due to little incident where I walked out in front of a moving car quite some years ago my knees are hardly in good shape to start with and these sorts of shenanigans do not help. Weeks of babying the joint had paid off and it was feeling much better.
Today, courtesy of a turkey grease spill, I managed to pull a similar maneuver in my kitchen with a freshly made latte in a mug from Italy. The mug survived the fall without so much as a bump. Half the coffee unfortunately ended up splattered all over the walls, the window, the ceiling, the fridge, the counters, and on me. The other half stayed in the mug and was delicious.
I did not fare as well, though it was nothing that being waited on and medication couldn't handle.
Happy T day to you!