Don't know how I fell.
Next thing I know I was laying on the floor staring at the ceiling hoping the slot machine didn't break the winow. I crawled back to my feet and looked over to the glass.
This morning I look at the spot where I fell and have an idea of what happened. I must have tripped on a gift I had received from my father. Guess I should move that to the basement so it is out of the way.
I think it has been 13 hours since I had a beer. Time to go watch the Badgers.