Saturday, July 28, 2012
I got the shot yesterday--walked too far to get it, wearing the wrong shoes, and now my feet hurt. It's a good enough excuse to stay home today and write, something I often feel I don't have enough time to do. (And I always feel like I don't get enough writing done.) Boz will get a shorter walk this evening, which he won't mind. I think his feet hurt a little bit, too.
Our new neighbors move in today. Boz and I will take them some store-bought scones. (I trust our toes can make it across the street and back.) Don't scold me for not baking; nobody wants homemade baked goods from me, they taste like old sweaters, or dog feet, or the wrong shoes.