Took a cab to the restaurant (Humpty's) where we were meeting our out-of-town friends for breakfast. It was good to see them again. Their 10-year-old granddaughter was a sweet and happy kid; she was on her way to participate in a figure skating competition. We heard later that she did quite well in it. After breakfast, Lorna and I decided to walk back home, which turned out to be not such a good idea. Walking downhill, I slipped on a patch of ice concealed under the snow. My feet went up in the air, and I landed heavily on my lower back. It hurt like hell, knocked the wind out of me and left me gasping for breath. Fortunately I didn't hit my head or break any bones, but I have a couple of large bruises and am quite stiff and sore.