What’s up Travellers,
OH, life is not without a sense of humor. Or a sense of very poor timing. Or doling out the last thing you need to deal with at the least opportune moment. Maybe it’s a test of resolve, I dunno…
This morning I have no tales of great skies on glorious walks. Why? Because last night I sprained my ankle quite badly while mowing the lawn. I rolled it stepping off the curb and it swelled within minutes. Then I spent the next hour rather feverishly driving around trying to find an open immediate care clinic while crying and panicking about all the unfortunate turns my life has taken. Took me three tries to find one that was still open at 7:30pm.
It was not my finest hour.