neck-deep

I fell on my ass, I don't know, six times today. But it was always into a pile of dry, woodily sweet oak leaves and it was never without family at my side, falling right along with me. Hours later when I'm still wiping leaf dust off my cheek and pulling stems from socks, I think--I just had one of those days, didn't I? I think you could have heard our laughter rolling all through the valley. I think it was exactly right.