Oh man, I am so made of failure.

 I was so beat from yesterday that I just plain conked out and didn't wake up in time to join Mister S. for the spring hike. He ended up going alone. I felt so bad.

 He got some great pictures, but he's very sore. Which actually makes me a bit glad I didn't end up going after all, since my bad foot might have been angry at me for doing so. I have a tendency to forget I'm overdoing it until it -really- hurts.*


*stage 3 reflex sympathetic dystrophy. I think I'm pretty lucky though. So far nothing worse than pain and an inability to move my toes much anymore. But, I can still walk and I can get a shoe back on my foot now. For awhile, I was wearing my brace constantly, and I'm really glad I can wear a normal shoe during work, because I can't imagine maneuvering around the classroom with it on. It just means I pay for it at the end of the day though. :)