The house is quiet today, dear reader. We've had my sister, her husband, and their five little girls staying with us this past week which means it's been almost anything but a dull moment around here.
In the midst of it all I got the results back from my MRI, finding a complete tear of the anterior talofibular ligament and at least a partial tear of the clacaneofibular ligament, with enough edema to make my foot look like an inflatable beach toy.
The good news is no cast and no surgery which is very good news, indeed.
The rough news is I will not be running on it for some time.
On the one hand I feel I should be relieved it wasn't more serious, and I am. On the other, it's discouraging to accept the limits of the situation. Two things which generally bring me a sense of contentment are writing and running, and lately I haven't been doing much of either.
There are, of course, many sources of contentment and I guess this summer has been an exercise in expanding my appreciation of that fact. In a way, I appreciate how these past two weeks of being relinquished to the sidelines has added to that awareness.
The logic of acquiring a puppy when one's mobility is limited and one's house is full of little girls may raise a few eyebrows including, possibly, my husband's.
But for some reason we did and her name is Winnie Eloise.
Winnie, for short.
I will vouch for this: puppies are a great source of contentment, too.
And today, an anniversary.
I have too much respect for marriage to fawn upon it with pretty words or cloying heaps of praise. I'm just glad we are here, in this moment, and I'm lucky he's the one.