Yesterday after Mass I was entirely wiped out, felt as though all the energy had drained from me. When at length I went to bed, I flopped down as a limp rag. We did have a pleasant visit from Clara and Richard, and began watching the Apple TV version of Presumed Innocent.
Then when I rose in the morning, I dislocated (I think) the little toe on my right foot — it hard like the dickens when I put any weight on it. Once I was up and about, though, and gave the toe w thorough probe and massage, it slipped into place, and resistant and achey flesh gave way to a positive, moderately ambitious pace.