Sometimes, adrenaline is a good thing. I was walking home from an optometrist appointment today when I stepped off the curb into a pothole. Next thing I know, I'm catching myself with my hand on the ground as I roll my ankle. I hobbled over to a nearby bench to make an assessment. After a few minutes, I began my limp to the metro where I did manage to make it home. Right now, I'm not sure if this is a sprain or something worse, but I'm glad I am home. At least here my husband can help me.
Here's what else was good in my week: