I went on my morning walk for this first time in a little over a week. A slow healing process is a fascinating and almost beautiful thing. As my foot has healed I’ve walked differently every day, I’ve come to a deeper understanding of my foot and how it works and ought to work. It’s bad to walk on the side of my foot too much, for instance. The ball as well can’t endure too much extended pressure and the foot does a funny thing while wounded if you put it under pressure then release that pressure in a hurry. 

It hurts.

Mostly if you’ve got a nail in your foot, even for a second, it does some variety of hurt for a while with little regard for what cleverness you’re attempting to apply to your use of said foot.

But it didn’t hurt this morning, not very much. I got caught on some folds of rug or an errant toy once or twice but for the most part I didn’t give my foot a second thought. Far, at least, from the near constant consideration of my foot that has been the theme of my week.

I’ll kind of miss thinking about my right foot.

This is a metaphor.
I’m glad Scout’s doing okay.