All's well on his home front and as I hit the "off" button on the phone, I'm already swinging my legs off the bed and vaulting to a standing position. That's when I remember the bone spur in the bottom of my left foot. Gingerly the next step is taken and I scour around for the thick sandals I keep by the bedside.
The foot is less tender and less painful and appears to be improving. I'm trying to wait it out and not have surgery. Ibuprofen is again my BFF.
Instead of the quiet day at home, I called the daughter and we went out to flex our credit cards. We hit a few stores and spent more money on gas then the actual one purchase we made.
The ride home was interesting. The rain finally made it's appearance and along with the rain, hail. Moving through the downpour, conversation was impossible. The sounds from the rain and the hail pinging off the metal of the car left us speechless. It was just easier then screaming over all that noise. I'm not complaining; the rain was welcome.
The remainder of my afternoon has been spent watching the last day of the Casey Anthony trial. Though I find it interesting, I haven't really stayed clued to the TV to watch it. I usually watch the reviews late at night and catch the high points. It's a bit difficult to have to watch the woman that is accused of murdering her baby girl. My mind rejects the thought of what she is accused of doing.