Sigh. Like I don't have enough to do, now I have to deal with a busted foot. Apparently it's not just the baby toe and I need to see an orthopedist this week. Stuff like this always happens when I start to get life back to normal. School is winding down for the semester; work is winding down for a bit until freshman registration; I'm packing to move to a larger apartment; I had started running on the treadmill again...and wham. I mess up my foot. The cats are intrigued by the cast. Kate jumped right up on the couch and climbed on top of the pillow to peer at the strange thing wrapped around my foot. I think I'll be okay to drive to work on Monday, it is my left foot after all (thank heavens for small favors, right?). My main concern right now is getting to class this week. It's not the driving, it's the trekking across campus and traversing up and down all manner of stairs that has me nervous. I think I'll see if I can hitch a ride with someone.