I'm not hot shit in a wineglass, more curried goat in a paper cup

It's my Friday. :) Which is cool, because yesterday was my Monday. Gotta love a week like that. ;) Tomorrow evening we go see Hawk and his Mate, Minx. (She refers to Hawk as Monkey, as in "The Adventures of Monkey and Minx!" because their life deserves a title. :))

Walked a mile, after seventeen days off, which puts me only at 23.6 miles. :P Well, in my defense, something's been wrong with my foot for quite a few days, it was swollen and I didn't want to jam it into a shoe. It's still not good. (Might have been caused by the middle sandal strap pressing on the prominent veins which cross the bones in that foot (on my other foot the veins run with the bones). Loosening that strap and tightening the other two meant I could still wear them - absolutely vita,l because even if I could have put a shoe on I just can't wear shoes in Florida, my feet can't bear being that hot - but the sandal constantly wanted to fall off when I walked.)

I started writing up a yule haul list, but I think I'll wait to post that until after tomorrow, when I get the boxes which are waiting for me at the mailbox and have met up with Hawk. I'm not even sure I'll make that public, though, because even though it's small enough I'm not entirely comfortable talking about things I get.

I have gotten lovely cards from many of you, though, which is wonderful. :) I got them all hung up this evening. Some of you are so amazingly good at writing stuff in cards! And the very interesting variety - some awfully cute choices, reflecting each unique personality. ;)

An excellent article on how to rebuild your ankles after a sprain, or help yourself be less clumsy. Not complete, but mentions some easy exercises that one can apply right away. Apparently your sense of your feet and how they're hitting the ground is crucial to the sense of space and how you're positioned. I wonder if this will help me not fall down in the shower? That seems to be my most tricky place - when I turn with my eyes closed I often get a little unstable. It occurs to me to wonder, now, if this is because of the water running over my ears, as I'd thought, or more because of the curve of the bottom of the tub.