I’m supposed to be taking it easy, and I keep having to reject ideas.
I’ll go take all the pups for a walk in the woods! We’ll all love that. Oh, no. I’m not supposed to be walking on my foot. Stupid nail.
I’ll spin! I love to spin. Guilt-free spinning! Uh, no. I need my foot to spin my wheel. Stupid nail.
I’ll bake!I’ll putter in the kitchen!
Actually, the foot is getting better pretty quickly, as long as I don’t actually stand on it for even a teeny little bit. Is is, however, getting better.
Petting pups seems to be the extent of what I can actually do.