I seem to have tweaked my ankle in my sleep. (When I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the loo, I was wobbling significantly going up and down the stairs.) Hence — taken with the subzero temperatures — I didn’t run this morning. Coffee, Morning Prayer, breakfast and some office hours at R&R, we’ll do a shop at Waitrose, and then probably home for the afternoon.
I strained a muscle around my ribs in my sleep the other night.
I take it my ambitions to play defence for the Toronto Maple Leafs are well and truly buried.
Alas, the Orioles have an infield full of promising second basemen, so I’m unlikely to get a look-in even as a late-inning substitute.