I spent most of Saturday upbeat and not at all concerned with my two broken toes, as I think I was under the impression that they wouldn't slow me down at all.
In contrast, most of Sunday I tried unsuccessfully to remain in that state of upbeat denial. I know now that I have failed.
I know that the two broken toes, as small as they are, will slow me down. I am not sure yet exactly in how many ways, except for one direct consequence. They are the reason that this blog post is so short.
I'll be back tomorrow with a longer blog post returning to the subject of my leave, but for now let me say:
Even tiny broken bones hurt.