Resting My Foot.

As you may remember from several months ago, children, I currently have a bum foot. ("Why hasn't it healed, do you think?" "Probably because she don't eat meat." [Shakes head.])

Because I don't know why it's not better yet, I have decided to take action. Specifically, the action I take will be to use one of my two annually allotted doctor's visits (thanks, individually purchased health care plan) to see a podiatrist. TOMORROW.

Juicy details to follow, I promise. In the meantime, I'm trying to stay off the feet as much as possible.

And perhaps a bit more than possible? (Insert dramatic anti-gravity music.)