Seeing an orthopodic specialist tomorrow

I'm going with the doctor my sensei recommended. They can fit me in tomorrow morning. I imagine they'll do X-rays and, although I absolutely cringe to think of the cost, an MRI. Maybe we'll finally get down to the bottom of what's really going on with this knee.

Angst Central

Fiona never booted her brain up today. She got up late and was absolutely inarticulate in the kitchen this morning:

Rob: "Do you want pancakes for breakfast?"

Fiona just looked at him with a thousand-yard stare.

Rob: "Or waffles?"

Fiona: "Mmghf."

She got into her bathrobe as soon as she got home from school and moped around at the dinner table tonight, heavy-eyed and uncharacteristically quiet. Maybe she's hatching a virus.

Delia, on the other hand, has been angsty, mostly about her homework. Despite Rob's and my best efforts, it seems that about every fifth sentence we address to her prompts a flood of tears.

I felt unusually stressed and rather grim when I got home from work myself. The girls kept exchanging places on their Daddy's lap, cuddling up and whimpering as I made pumpkin waffles for dinner (comfort food seemed best).

Sometimes winter is hard.

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Tweets for Today

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