So I live in the cold frozen north, I'm no stranger to ice. It was above freezing when I left home. Got to work=, pulled in a parking space and stepped out of my car, and the next thing I saw was the undercarriage of the truck next to me. Yep, I hit ice and went down like a rock. I had to lay there for a few minutes and because I am one of the last to go in NO ONE went by. My purse was under that truck and I had to squirm to get it. I was wet, cold, and a tad disgruntled. I very carefully got up, got my stuff and got off the ice. I let my manager know, she was all for sending me home, but I'm a tough gal. Didn't get as much done today as I hoped to. Now I am somewhat stiff, not sure if that is the fall or the age. My plan is when I get tired of y'all I will go take a hot bath with oils and Epsom salts.