This morning I went to the mailbox on crutches. I am still not very good on the crutches, and I'm glad it's only 70 steps to the mailbox. There was a check in there, so it's good that I went rather than wait a few more days.
Happy Sunday to everyone.
#2020keepsondelivering, as a dear friend noted recently after enumerating the latest in an unending series of minor and not-so-minor catastrophes he's been dealing with. I'm so sorry about your foot, Kathy. Wishing you a speedy recovery and, in the meantime, ALL the chicken enchiladas. (Yum is putting it mildly: it's been awhile since I had them, and I'd lost track, until you mentioned it, of just how good chicken enchiladas are).
:-*