Judicious amounts of massage, ibuprofen, potassium, and stretching do seem to have done the trick. I've a vague ache at the botttom of my foot, the remnants of sore muscles that don't want to be annoyed again. So far I've refrained from annoying them - spending most of the day driving with cruise control in a car with no clutch means that both feet spend the day in relative idleness.
K wants to try out for The Music Man for this summer's play. She has to have "My White Knight" ready for the tryout next week. So far, K has "Shipoopi", S has "Gary, Indiana" and I have "Lida Rose" as earworms. Or maybe it's the other way around. We seem to be trading them on a regular basis and driving each other nuts.
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