Keeping up with the breakage
My shredded feet were enough recovered for me to walk wincingly down to the bookstore and the post office. (Those fixed-rate Priority Mail gizmos are bigger than I thought. If I’d known, I would have sent more stuff. But oh well.) I got new insoles for my Munros, too; they’d just better work better than the ones I’m forthwith pitching out.
Thing is, I slept wrong a couple of nights ago and now my right shoulder is killing me.
Is it too much to ask for one thing to heal before the next thing breaks?
I heard good things about my job hunt today, but I won’t jump the gun on them. Tomorrow I should have more information, for better or worse.