They hurt. After I put the dining canopy together and wrestled it into position (only two hours!), I filled up the kiddie wading pool and soaked my tired feet. Right now, I would give almost anything in the world for a long foot massage. Alas, it’s not to be.
Right now, I don’t care if I ever have this shower. I hope no one shows up and I get to stay in bed all day.



As Sure As Eggs Is Eggs, aching Men’s Feet hurt.
This is, I swear, as gender neutral a use of “men” as anybody quoting early Genesis could ever hope for when wishing their good friend well on a challenging day. Sunday will be much better than today Susie. Good luck!