It is hard to admit, but I have an owie. Yesterday I ran errands downtown. Where the street curb meets the sidewalk, there was just a bit of ice from the runoff in these mild temperatures. My right foot realized the ice and the left leg and foot went into overdrive. I did not fall. The big toe on the left foot was rammed hard into the tip of my left slip-on shoe as the ole body refused to take a tumble. Ah . . . there is the problem: a loose fitting slip-on shoe.
I know the toe is not broken as there is a steel screw in it from a surgery years ago to take care of bunions. Today, the color of the toe on the top, on the bottom, and all around has the same colors as beautiful sunsets that I have been amazed by: purple, scarlet and all shades in between. The toenail thinks it is going to pop off from all the swelling. Not.
The good thing is, I had all bases covered for Christmas company. There is not one item of the day’s events that is and has not been planned and executed. Even if the toe falls off, nothing can keep me from being excited about family coming.