I posted this picture yesterday? or a few days ago of Carrie. Wound around her head making a fashion statement is one of the laundered stretch bandages that was used on my foot. She spent her time with me winding that around my head, my arm in a sling like tie, my other foot and anywhere she thought she could wrap me up. Carrie can use her imagination to the point of making her Nana need a nap.
It's time for my breakfast; I'll save this post for later updates.
I still haven't had breakfast so lunch might be a possibility. I did get into the shower where I soaked ye ole foot for a while. Dressed now with ice pack jammed against the swollen ankle area, I'm trying to not wish I were somewhere else and doing something else. Why can't I live close to a beach where I could lay in a reclining chair under an umbrella with a book and read while listening to waves slap against the shore, watch people strolling in the sand and see porpoises leaping through the waves? What's that? The waves reaching my recliner and me being stranded and unable to save myself? Maybe the patio on the recliner would be a wiser choice.
I'm outta here to think about what I can have for lunch.