“Asphalt is hard!” Thalia rubbed her hip and tailbone. “And ice on asphalt is slippery!” Cal exclaimed while rubbing her elbow. Urania massaged a tendon running from her neck to her shoulder. “We laid there a good long time in the dark — not sure if Typist could get up — Henrietta pulling and chomping on the McDonald’s mega-cup she’d carried home from Hilo Drive.”
I hope you are alright except for tenderness or soreness.
You have to careful up there. The ice can be horrible. I remember it all to well. I hope that you are alright.