Here ya go, Nava. les piggies
Never tried to draw my feet before, so one sock on and one sock off felt fair to me. Next time I should probably use pencil though, eh.
That's done in my reading recliner by the window so I can smoke without totally polluting my own apartment. The "Lil' (should be Li'l!) Fat Book is just the back of a mini notepad with lined pages. It was lying there so what they hay.
Oh, the pain is the middle one feeling like someone's hammered a nail through the base of it. I don't remember doing anything specific when it happened during the dodgy turny on Saturday. Sat night I was sore all over, but Sunday morning, what feels like a tiny crack in a tiny bone made itself known on my way to the turlet. It only hurts when I walk though. So no biggy, huh.