A home run and a fall

September 9/10, 2026, Wednesday, Thursday morning, 3:53am, placid standard time, apartment in Dana Point, California, USA. Last night I took my daughter to In & Out for dinner. the drive thru worker missed us and didn’t take our order. When we got to the window they took our order and referred to it as a “home run.” Apparently that is how they prioritize orders for people who fail to order with the worker or at the microphone. This morning I overslept so I did the Santa Clara walk instead of going to the gym. About three quarters through I clipped my toe on the curb and took a tumble. Nothing major, a few scrapes. Of course that is how getting old always starts.