One minute you're just sitting in your recliner (not even reclining, mind you) with your morning coffee and a manageable plan for the day. And the next minute you're getting up from the chair but realize - too late - that your Birkenstock (with foot inside) has somehow gotten stuck under the chair (how? who knows) and it was going . . . nowhere. Momentum, being what it is, ensued. Result? Sprained ankle. I'm fine and healing well. But what a pain in the ass! I was not in the mood [...]