Speaking of which, our vacation is just over a week away, so I decided it was time to get cracking on shopping for those last-minute necessary items. There will be quite a bit of walking on the trip, some of which could probably qualify as hiking, so good comfortable shoes will be a must for my foot to have any chance of surviving. I set out at lunch to look for shoes that were comfortable and sturdy, could hold my orthotic inserts, looked at least fairly fashionable, and would match all the clothes I am taking so I can pack lightly. Easy, right?
I went to several nearby local shoe stores that specialize in comfort shoes, with no luck. I saw lots of cute pairs, but didn't find anything that met all my requirements for this particular trip. I found several pairs of black Mary Janes that I considered briefly just for general purposes, but I managed to restrain myself. How did I exercise such self-control, you ask? Because:
Yes, folks, read 'em and weep. Six pairs. I love Mary Janes. And I can tell you the different purpose each pair serves. At least, I could at one time.
I went back to work empty-handed. I'll try again tomorrow. I feel certain the right pair exists out there somewhere. And if it is out there, I assure you I will find it. It's kind of a specialty of mine.
I stayed at a 6-6.5 most of the day, with a couple of unexplained episodes of redness. I will try not to read too much into it and do my best to get more sleep tonight, just in case it matters. I have to be in good shape tomorrow. There is more shoe shopping to be done.
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