Here are my dogs, chewing on the marrow bones that their grandparents got for them. Ivy continues to be adorable, a pain in the butt, not entirely housebroken, and the delight of my heart. She's getting better about being put in the harness, as she know it means she's going for a walk. Jake is still a patient and gentle boy, and very good, mostly. That's what I tell them: you are so good! Mostly.
My left heel's been sore for a few weeks, but when I got up on Saturday morning, I could barely stand on my left foot. I've tried the stretches I use for plantar fasciitis, but it hasn't helped entirely. I can deal with soreness, but exaggerated limping won't do. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. I suspect this is a new symptom of the PF, and I'll just have to go to stronger treatment measures, like a night-time brace. My doctor will probably just send me to a podiatrist, but that's how it works.
My daughter Sammi is coming to visit from Illinois tomorrow, and bringing her boyfriend. Dun DUN. We didn't even know she had one until she said he was coming with her. I've cleared the looms out of my office, and cleaned the carpet in preparation. The looms are now in the formal living room, in a herd. Hey now, there are only six, and one isn't mine anyway. Ahem.
David has a broken thumb, and he's wearing a cast. It's been two weeks and he detests it, and wants to cut it off. I really don't see how that will work, but he keeps bringing it up. He's a bear of very little patience. Whiny the Pooh. Really, he's more bitchy than whiny. Ha!