The metatarsal in my left foot that leads to the big toe hurts. At least I think that's what hurts. I'm not sure why. I woke up at about 2 a.m. this morning and my foot hurt a lot. It has since. I'm subjecting it to the ol' ice and ibuprofen treatment and don't think it's anything too severe. It hurt as I walked today but not terribly. We'll see.
Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
“I’m hungry, but other than that, yes, I’m fine.”
He looked relaxed and vaguely pleased, the same as always. Karen knew she should not be surprised, even though he had just admitted to the world that his fantastic story was untrue. Surely he knew of the ruin to come. He had to, yet he walked along as if all were the same. She knew of course that for him it was.
“Do you love me?” she said.
Keith stopped. He stood still for a second before he turned toward her. She tried but could not imagine what he was thinking. “The days ahead are going to be hard, really hard,” he said. “I think they’ll be too hard, don’t you?”
“Too hard? I don’t know what you mean. Either way, I don’t care. Do you love me?”
He seemed to have not heard her. She watched him squat and reach for something on the sidewalk. A bug. It was a ladybug. He pushed it with one finger tip onto another and reached to place it on a blade of grass. “You, Karen, are all that I will ever love, so yes, I love you.”
He looked up and past her toward the traffic on Skinker. “Heck, I’ve loved you since you taught me how to cook a steak. Haven’t I told you that?”
He looked up and past her toward the traffic on Skinker. “Heck, I’ve loved you since you taught me how to cook a steak. Haven’t I told you that?”
“No, not exactly.” Despite the disaster, this was her happiest moment. “I didn’t know for sure.”
“Well, regardless, I love you, and I’m hungry,” Keith said. “Let’s go find something to eat.”
Karen shook her head and laughed. She couldn’t help it.
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