Last night lasted forever. First there was the discussion, right before I went to bed, with Camille about how impossible it is to get classes at the local junior college as a freshman. I laid in bed thinking that she would only be able to get auto shop or some other equally unsuitable class (not that it's a bad class, just of no interest to Camille). Then I thought about all I needed to pack. And where we would stop for breakfast and lunch on the long drive to Grass Valley. And making the rhubarb pie today. Then I wondered if there were enough peaches ripe on the tree to make peach coffee cake for our breakfasts. and on and on and on. I hardly slept all night.
When I woke up for the final time (too many bouts of doze, wake, think, doze to count), I stretched and noticed it didn't hurt my foot at all. I cautiously flexed my foot. No problem. I pointed my foot (something I absolutely could not do at all before) and I was able to do that too. Hmmm, flexed the toes. ...some movement, no pain. The next thought in my brain was that I needed to fit a ride on Winston into my day.
...until I tried to put my foot in a big, loose muck boot and it hurt. Rats!! Instead, I gave Jackson a bath and walked him around while he dried. I made the rhubarb pie and the peach coffee cake. I packed. I stacked. I made pizza dough for dinner tonight... and I am exhausted.
There is supposed to be WiFi in the cabin so I'm hoping to keep up reading your blogs and maybe post here and there. No promises, though, so if my page goes dark for the next week you know why.