I woke up with terrible pain in my left foot (utterly Daniel Day-Lewis, don't you think?) and left leg.
Eventually Son#3 and I hobbled to the hospital, thinking it must be a lung embolism waiting to happen.
Life isn't that exciting (thank goodness), and it turned out to be a boring-but-painful heel spur.
I have a spur.
How much more Cowboy can one get?
The weekend was fine-ish.
Son#2 got a toolbox with tools that now sleeps next to his bed plus a metal detector for his birthday.
Happy birthday Bucky!
What a long time 9 years is (and what a different person I am now).
We are looking for a house exchange in Canada for the summer, if ticket prices can stay on the low side.
The husband was in a funk for most of the day and so was Son#1.
I applied for jobs closer to home, cleaned the house and cooked my lunches for the coming week, all on one foot.
It will be a busy week.