So preschool started last week and inevitably Young Indiana got a cold by day 3 and I had a cold by day 5 and very excitingly Ted did not get a cold, he got a twisted appendix (he’s on antibiotics for it and they’ll decide in another week if they should take it out or not), so this past week has been…somewhat exhausting. By which I mean we are all dragging ass and staring thousand-mile stares.

I’ve been re-reading the Continuing Time books while sitting around being on media blackout/sick/waiting on sick people. I still like them. I still desperately want Ola Blue’s story.

I have come to the conclusion that I need to accept that if I cannot walk at least a mile and ideally six or seven miles in a pair of shoes, they do not suit my lifestyle. This means I have a number of pairs of shoes and boots to bring to charity shops. I need to do that sooner rather than later, and with the least amount of “BUT THEY’RE SO CUTE” angst as possible. :)

I should do something similar with clothes, actually, but I’ll deal with the shoes first…