It takes a special kind of grace to put your foot down on the lovely (damn) hardwood floor, climbing out of bed in the middle of the night to go get a drink of water, and end up pulling something out of the ball of your foot in the dark and then dealing with a jagged, skin falling off sort of abrasion.

While Christopher sleeps. (It's why I'm not up yet, sweetie!)

I just hope I got whatever went in out. (I think I did.)

And just when I was looking at the clock and having one of those "I don't have to get up anywhere near yet because it's the weekend" moments.

Oh well.

earworm: "Sideshow by the Seashore," Luna

random rec: sleep is good.

namecheck: Johnson and Johnson