Squat. Once upon a time, it was a thing. Now, it’s “fall on your ass” time. A squat and a collapse are indivisible.
I go down that low? I fall over. Unless I have something solid with which to pull myself back up? I’m going to stay there until someone comes by to offer me a hand.
But the dogs really enjoy having me on the floor. They consider it the most fun they’ve had all day. Maybe all week.
I am less enthusiastic.