A New Use for the Word Kerfuffle...

It usually means a commotion or fuss, especially when caused by conflicting viewpoints, right? Well, I have decided that what is wrong with my ankle these days should be called a kerfuffle. It feels like it's broken in several places, like maybe from having been crushed or something. But it also has a strange comfort about it. It's almost as if the broken state is the way that my ankle was designed to be. 

So kerfuffle sort of fits, right?

A Good Decision...

So, this morning, about 7:30, I woke up deceased. After just a few minutes of weighing my options, I elected to go back to sleep. As it turns out, that was indeed the right decision.

Summertime...

Teaching the summer camp again. Some days are easier than others, dancing with 6 year olds. 

Tonight, I went to one of my favorite restaurants with a couple of friends. Then leaving, I noticed that my right leg was about 5 inches shorter than my left. I don't think it was the food...