I don’t know how I feel about that. I’m sitting up in my bed because this weekend I was trying to be cute walking all over downtown in the wrong shoe and my ankle got hurt. Again. I know. It gradually got more and more better and yesterday I was almost ready to get my jog on when Little A decided to try to get away with some shenanigans because she thought I couldn’t catch up with her. Well, I caught up with her and now I’m sitting in the bed looking at my newly wrapped ankle. That was almost completely recovered. And my toes are looking longer. Maybe the bright side is that they look leaner?