Errands

1. Nice clothing, needed for a dinner with Persons Definitely Above My Social Class. *sigh* I'm never comfortable in a setting where I can't wear what I enjoy wearing, but they're nice folks.

2. New shoes, physical therapist recommended. Ugly, of course. I'll get a phone call when they arrive.

3. New shoes, Nice. They hurt, of course. But for short periods they'll be better than the only Nice shoes I currently own. I sense a closet purge in my future.

(Speaking of purges, I cleaned out the fridge yesterday. I told Rob I'd done it. Later in the evening he opened its door and said, surprised, "Wow! The fridge!")

4. Yet another weird-ass natural remedy that probably won't help my feet. "The results aren't immediate," she cautioned. Yeah, I've heard that one before. But this goo was only $12, a small price to pay for not wondering for the rest of my life whether it would have worked.

5. Birthday gift for my mom. *SCORE*

Exercise Log

I got in the pool out back, a process taking approximately 13.79 hours of inching down the steps, and I swam the length of the pool a few times. My lips are still blue from the cold. I am convinced that persons who enjoy swimming have actually undergone a secret medical procedure whereby all sensations of temperature are permanently blocked. Gotta say, though: my feet don't hurt while I'm in there. (Not that I can feel anything at all while I'm in there.)