When I started to close my garage door last night, the old springs broke and the door dragged me to the concrete in half a second, basically doing a sort of full-nelson body slam on me. The aftermath is a good reminder that my muscularskeletal system doesn't handle sudden wrenching impacts as well as it used to.

It's my own fault, though. Just a day before, noting that this year we'd replaced a dryer, refrigerator, lawn mower, sink, toilet, and microwave, I said those fateful words: "There's not much left around here to break".

Well played, Murphy's law.