Suffering for Spring

I'm hobbling a little today. Yesterday, buoyed by the glorious springtime weather, I decided to walk over to meet Dean and the kids at their gymnastic class after work. It's not a long walk - 1.6km in fact, just about exactly a mile, or 15 minutes at a brisk pace. I swapped my work shoes for my comfy, well-worn sandals and set out, only to discover that part of what makes my wellworn sandals so comfy is a layer of summer calluses. It not being summer yet, I have no calluses, and am now sporting large blisters on the balls of both feet.

So it's time for me to stop pumicing my soles into submission in the shower and start glorying in the layers of dry and scaly skin that protect me from the harsh reality of walking barefoot.