Chaplin, Keaton, Pickford...those names evoke the wonderfully entertaining era of the silent slapstick moving pictures; a time when one had to know how to land both oneself and the laughs. I've been known to fall a few times (ha!), and tonight could have been a fuckin doozy had my head or leg shifted slightly while botching my landing.
The cat got the joke, but no one else did.
Even being extra-super-careful is not always enough.
Don't forget that, either. But mostly, remember this moment. Safe, sound but for some bruises, tucked into an already warm bed...make good dreams, whether they be in colour or good old black & white.
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