One summer, a few years ago, I had the misfortune to repeatedly manage to break my toes. I very nearly bought steel toed boots to clomp and stomp around in, I got so tired of my clumsiness. I vowed I would be more careful in the future, and I have! Until the other night.
Late night. Dark stairs. Lounging cat. You put the pieces together. No, I didn't step on the cat. But his sudden movement startled me and I lost my balance in my attempt to avoid stepping on him, and...well, I managed not to fall down the stairs. But did manage to do something funky, and now I'm limping around like an old woman. It might be just a sprain this time, since there is no bruising. I'm hoping.
So today I am giving myself some love in a mug and drinking an herbal tea from my daughter. The writing is in French, so I can't read it all, but have figured out it has hibiscus, apples, rosehips, elderflower, raspberry flavoring, orange peel and orange flavoring. Oh, and see the little heart shaped spoon?