One shoe off and one shoe on

And I think someone somewhere along the line said something about insect porn?

These are mosaic darners; probably Variable Darners (Aeshna interrupta). The male is the blue one.

Ladies, how many of you would be keen for sex if it involved, amongst other things, a male's abdominal appendages grabbing the back of your head? Yeah, I didn't think so.

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Since the Toronto office had been kind enough to post again today, I'll keep this short.

I'm having myself a bit of a puzzling day, so far as footwear goes. You see, as I said the other day (and my day off was great, thanks for asking. I stayed in the pyjamas, read, and watched DVDs. That's all. Great, did I mention? Too bad about the whole arguing-with-myself thing that meant I didn't get much sleep last night, though. And shut up, Wheat), my ankle's being a slight bother again. That's ok. It happens, and I'm used to it.

The problem is that my ankle would very much like me to be wearing some good support right now, but my foot is disagreeing with that idea. A couple of nights ago as I was drifting off to sleep my foot was feeling a little itchy. The natural thing to do about that is to scratch it with the other foot. Well, that's the natural thing for me, anyway. The problem is that I was sleepy, wasn't paying much attention to what I was doing, and didn't notice that I was rubbing the skin off of my itchy foot.

Didn't notice until the next day when I saw the blister, that is.

So now I have a sore, slightly oozy foot (sorry for that mental picture) which doesn't want to be in a shoe, but the ankle it's attached to is very, very insistent that there MUST be a shoe. And not only a shoe, but a decent shoe. No trying to placate it with sandals or moccasins, folks.

What to do, what to do.





At the moment my shoe's off. I'll put it back on when I need to walk somewhere.

I'll complain as I put it on, too. Because I can.