I left off with a hint of more broken glass, and another injury to my foot. Well, here it comes.

We had been implementing a major update at work that was as tedious as it was exhausting. I had warned Mr. Husky the week before that I would likely be a bit of a grump when I came home that day, and I lived up to my word. I was flat pissy.

The Husky-in-Laws had returned to stay with us for a few days, and we had decided to have a test-run of our self-catering plan. I knew I had to shake my bad mood, so I went upstairs to change into my running clothes. On my way down the stairs, my heel slipped on the edge of the stairs, I came tumbling down and my foot went directly through a window. I whacked my elbow on the hardwood stairs, and the numbness of my arm made me late to realize I had blood oozing from my sock, and shards of glass hanging from my foot.

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I’ll tell you what: that did NOT help my mood.

Mr. Husky and his mom helped me get carried me to the couch. I was in pain, and very worried about the marathon that we were supposed to run in less than three weeks.