Physical leap, startled, or time travel?

Literally this afternoon I jumped as high as I could to see if I could touch the ceiling. I could not.

Today. I exercised

This afternoon, while walking through a parking lot with my toddler. We had to avoid the cracks.

Almost every day. Whether I’m skipping a step, avoiding a puddle, panic-flailing away from a sudden pile of dog shit, or trying to grab something from a too-high shelf in my small apartment, living in Brooklyn means you’re idiot-floating more often than not

Literally a couple hours ago because my coworker asked the same question.

Last time I went down the stairs at my apartment complex. Accidentally started going down on the wrong foot and wouldn’t land on the correct foot when I got off the stairs, so I jumped the last couple. Long story short, in my case it’s an autism thing more than any actual issue, so that is why I jumped.

January, i friend was out of town for two months and the battery of his car was dead, fortunately I had my cables in the trunk of my car

I jumped to miss a puddle.

3 weeks ago and I hurt myself. I’m not a kid anymore.

Last Thursday I jumped up onto a ledge at the office to take better pictures of the vaulted ceiling. We’re renting out the space so my boss asked me to take pictures.

The cat suddenly parked itself on the stairs. Some day, she’ll cause serious harm. Until then, pet, pet you cute assassin.

About fifteen minutes ago.

The third and fourth stairs leading to my second floor are rotted out and I’m too lazy to replace them so it’s a couple times a day.

I was trying to see if I would become a billionaire if I jumped in an X like Musk. Hasn’t worked yet

I did a little skipping out today. It’s a signal to my dog that we get moving along.