So I sprained my ankle again yesterday. Same right ankle as the last time, but the inside of the ankle instead of the outside. It feels like something sharp stabbing me when I put weight on it.

And since my left knee is in such bad shape, I’m walking kind of like a Frankenstein’s monster. Whee!

Fortunately, I already have an orthopedist’s appointment for this afternoon for my knee. I’m hoping he will deign to look at my ankle, too.

I went to sleep about midnight and shortly before 2, C. woke me up. “I just got this alert on my phone. There’s a tornado warning and we’re supposed to take shelter.”

I call the front desk. She tells me there’s no alert, and I said, “Just for the sake of warning, if there is an actual alert, what are we supposed to do?” You know, since we’re up here on the 27th floor.

“I don’t know,” she said. “That’s a good question. I guess you would come down to the lobby.”

It’s hard to describe what the wind sounds like up here, even when there isn’t a storm. It’s kind of like a freight train going through the room, only worse.

I finally give in, take a half an Ativan, and finally fall asleep again. It’s a bright, shiny day here at the beach and no tornadoes. Happy lunar eclipse!