And so a quiet Sunday morning. I'm sipping cocoa, with cats Bina and Ramad curled on the bed next to me, sleeping. Rarely do they look this sweet and innocent, so this is lovely. Yesterday I had a bit of a crazy day: visited the nurning home and saw my grandmother, went to Target (good sale on sunhats, y'all!), and generally tooled about. Then I spent the evening with an iced, elevated foot so today I can walk again.
Snow is in the air, sadly, but by the end of the week it should be spring again. Soon I'll dislodge the cats, arise, and go to Wegmans so my little family has food for the week. It seems a good day to bake, so I think I'll do that as well ... almond cookies, anyone?
Every scar, every bruise, every bone has a tale to tell. This is my left foot's story.
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