Eliot got back from Ohio tonight and I’m enjoying some puttering time while he works on a chicken coop in the garage. It’s going to be one of those fancy wheel-around-the-yard-fertilizing-the-grass-high-speed chicken coops. We don’t really have grass in our yard per se. Grass-like weeds. But they’ll be well fertilized. My knowledge of chickens is limited to the Muppet Show, but/so I’m very excited. I’m guessing those fancy Martha Stewart-type chickens with the feather pompadours and colored eggs wouldn’t survive a summer in southern Texas. Oh, well, it won’t be the last time Ms. Stewart fails to impact the décor around here. I can’t wait to send Asa out to collect eggs. “Boy! Time for your chores!”
I got a random injury yesterday trying to shove my feet into a pair of old Tevas. Apparently all the running has enlarged my feet a bit. (Attractive.) I tried to loosen the straps, but they wouldn’t give much and when I took the sandals off fifteen minutes later I’d developed some pretty severe tendonitis on the top of my foot. Tendonitis I can hear when I move my big toe. Have you ever heard tendonitis before? Entirely unpleasant. I stuck my foot in one of Eliot’s socks along with a bag of ice and I’ve been sucking down Ibuprofen today. It’s not squeaking anymore, but it’s still a bit swollen. I’m taking it as a message that I need to go shoe shopping. Yes?
Sleep log: 7
Food log: Missed the boat on protein today.