One minute you’re just sitting in your recliner (not even reclining, mind you) with your morning coffee and a manageable plan for the day. And the next minute you’re getting up from the chair but realize – too late – that your Birkenstock (with foot inside) has somehow gotten stuck under the chair (how? who knows) and it was going . . . nowhere.

Momentum, being what it is, ensued.
Result? Sprained ankle.

I’m fine and healing well. But what a pain in the ass!

I was not in the mood to blog last week, but I’m back now.
Life comes at you fast, y’know?

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(Just an FYI . . . the photo above is BEFORE the bruising started. That discolored line above the ice bag? That’s just my summer tan line from said Birkenstocks. I’ll spare you the actual bruising views.)