My foot

I was getting the trunk ready for the run to the Christmas Tree Farm when I planted my feet firmly and leaned over to manhandle the spare tire back into position. Then my left foot cramped – inside my rigid boot. After awhile it eased to some extent and I hobbled around; then I bit the bullet and flexed it long enough to get my boot off. Oof! That did not feel good. In Easy Spirits it felt okay to walk and I went to Kroger’s in Auburn and to the Christmas tree place.
I discovered during this time that as long as my foot was pressed against something in its normal “L” position, it was not bad.
BUT when I sat down and let my foot hang . . . I was in pain.
Oh, great.
Just great.
Did someone give Rose a voodoo doll?
I am afraid that this is a post that is going to be continued.