In which our Heroine faces tragic Irony.
In a fit of perverse humor, Irony has duped me at the last. Less than 24 hours after publishing a blog post whose sole purpose was to complain about my supposed immobility, I’ve managed to sprain my ankle.
Moral of the story: Quit complaining and be glad for what you have. Also, don’t kick at doors that are firmly closed.
(By the way, I do hope you all realize that my former post blaspheming the great Shakespeare was meant to be flippant. It’s okay if all you die-hard Shakespeareans call me out for my poetic heresy. It’s all part of the fun. Not that I don’t love the feeble Ophelia’s turgid relationship with Hamlet…)