I'm sitting at home, with ice on my ankles.
I injured them earlier today, running out to go to work. I slipped on the steps in the dark, and fell.
Both ankles are sore and swollen, the left just slightly (probably a mild sprain), but the right, even with an air cast, hurting to flex even a little.
I'm trying to hang in there, as I have to catch a plane in Savannah tomorrow evening. I'm going to go, no matter what, so I'll do whatever I have to (shades of Scarlett O'Hara - I swear, this move has truly affected me).
A kind friend on the faculty has offered me crutches, and I'll try to avoid even standing tomorrow. I can use the overhead, and depend on the "kindliness of strangers" to quote Blanche DuBois.
I'm going to make this post short, as I still have to pack.