limping along

Coffee is a wonderful thing. I wonder if I would still be a morning person without it?

I went to the grocery store last night without my Dramatic Boot Thingy on. When I wear the boot, people can see why I am limping.
When I don't wear the boot, I walk funny. Did you see The Hunchback of Notre Dame? Yeah, I walk like him. I sort of lunge forward, dragging my out-turned foot. Lunge, and drag...lunge, and drag...
It's very inelegant.
Sometimes it makes me want to use a slurred voice, and maybe drool a bit.
The thought of that is hysterically funny to me, but I doubt that others would be amused.

I have been sustaining myself in this forced inactivity, with the illusion that the Doctor will clear me for skiing when I go in on Thursday. The likelihood of that happening seems rather a stretch. Alas!

One of my girlfriends dropped by last night with her teenaged son. I was already in bed for the evening. The thing is, you can see right into my bed from the front door. M' opened the door, and there I was. "OH! Hiiiiii....I am in bed," I stated rather lamely.
I can do that, you know "state Lamely" since I am, literally, lame.
I jumped out of bed and quickly made myself, um, modest. I am afraid I was less than a gracious hostess due to my embarrassment. Sorry about that, Lisa!

Today, I am off to new adventures. First on the adgenda is a shower. Do you bathe every day? Until recently, I thought that all Americans did. They do not. Most of the people I associate with don't actually shower every day. I find this deeply fascinating. I mean, I don't always shower, either, unless I am going out in public. But I don't tell people! How often do you shower?