This weekend was a blur of preparation for the annual 4th of July parade barbecue on the Lockardugan Great Lawn. The challenge was to get everything ready for the party and put our house back together in three days’ time. I’m pleased to say we got it all done in time and had a great afternoon to boot, but there was one casualty: I pulled my Achilles tendon at some point on Saturday as I was moving furniture around. Sunday morning I woke up to a swollen ankle and a day of hopping around on one foot.
I wish I could tell you exactly how it happened, but there was no Joe Theismann moment when I heard it pop. The nurse practitioner couldn’t really tell me much yesterday, so I have an appointment to see a ‘specialist’ today who can diagnose any major problems. In the meantime, I’m not driving anywhere (it’s the right foot, naturally) so I’m playing hooky.