Twisted… Again

I was out for a lovely jaunt with my wife over lunch, a restful moment in what has been a convergently crazy 3 weeks.

After a discussion of how we take off and fly in our dreams, I got a running start to show her how I typically take off while in the Land Of La La.

As I got ready to leap I twisted my ankle. The same ankle I have twisted 3 times in 3 weeks. Low swelling; just enough pain and damage to limit my nightly soccer romp with the kids.

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