I was up late last night trying to get some work done. I called it a night at about 2:30 this morning. Hubby knew I came to bed late, so he didn’t pester me this morning when he got up to leave. I woke up and told him goodbye, then turned over and dozed back off, hoping to get a few more hours in.

Pumpkin got up, but she came and lay down with me. I dozed back off again, only to be awoken a half hour later by the dog. She was ready to get out of her dog box (which is her temporary doghouse until we get her a new one). I got up, let her out, and lay back down. I began to lose hope. When the phone rang right as I was about to doze back off, I gave up.

Hubby is off at his regular job today, but is working on a side job cleaning out a hardware store that has been sold. He has been bringing home a lot of stuff that the guy told him to either throw away or keep. He called a couple of hours after I got up, saying he was on his way home with a load of lumber and needed help unloading it. Not thinking clearly since I was still pretty tired, I slid on my wedge sandals and headed out.

I quickly came to the realization that those shoes were not going to work for the job. It would have been okay if we were putting it in the bottom of the garage, but it had to go in the top. That meant going up and down a fairly steep hill, and I nearly fell a couple of times. So I headed back in to put on my sneakers.

On the way in, I walked by his utility trailer. Somehow I managed to stub my little toe on it. Not just barely stub it, but hit it so hard it felt like it was going to be torn off. The toe didn’t get torn off, but the nail came halfway off. Ouch!

I hobbled in, put a band-aid on the toe to keep from tearing the toenail all the way off, and put on my sneakers. Then I hobbled back out and got back to work.

The pain subsided considerably, but going down the hill was murder. It still hurts to move it. I suppose I’ll live, but I’ll probably have to refrain from wearing sandals for a while. And I’m lost without my sandals.