A couple of days ago, I woke up with a bruise on the inside of my ankle. I have no idea where it came from, though it could have been the weights (that fascinate my kids) that were left on the bedroom floor. I’ve been staying off of my feet as much as possible, but nothing has helped as much as putting extra support into my shoes. I almost feel like dancing, but I won’t. My husband and mother in law have helped a lot, too, which has allowed me to get a little time off of my feet. I’ve always been blessed to have good support in my life. Maybe I’ll work on being more supportive, too.