I went to Europe a while back, and it occurs to me that I haven't written anything about it. Here's why: apparently, going to Europe for three weeks and walking 6 hours every day and seeing more relatives and artwork than you have in three decades will kick your ass. I swear I'm still tired. I have a good day, followed by a day where I can hardly keep my eyes open. Add to that a 4 night camping trip and a toe infection, and I think I am entitled to my somnambulism. Is that an awesome SAT word, or what?
And you know what else? All those projects that I left before that three week trip ARE STILL HERE. Miracles did not occur, and my walls still need to be touched up and that garage sale dresser is not going to paint itself.
And now guess what? That toe infection? It cleared up. But, in its wake, it left a stress fracture. I'm wearing a very unsexy boot and hobbling around, and people ask me, "what happened to your foot?" and I'm all, "I HAVE NO IDEA." Because I really don't. I was told that anyone who has feet can get a stress fracture, and I read that especially athletes can get stress fractures. So this is the second athlete's disease I've gotten in the last month (athlete's foot was the first,) and I haven't done anything remotely athletic. Unless you call stirring up a pitcher of margaritas athletic, and I didn't do that with my foot.
Is this what we all have to look forward to? Mysterious injuries? Fungus? Totally uncool.