It’s now this:
Yep. Party’s over.
After two weeks of hobbling, I finally had it checked.
Big-time foot sprain with ankle involvement.
Three weeks minimum off the foot.
Occasional crutches or zippy cart thingy at the grocery store.
Better be good or be in a world of hurt once school starts.
Thank heaven for
slave labor teens who know their way around the kitchen and laundry.
I’m sure that in here somewhere are profound lessons about resting.
In the meantime, I’m trying to figure out how Big Red is going to manage his projects and mine—like 22,000 snap-beans that need to be canned.
Um. I’ll get back to you.