Woof, I hecked myself up bad. Injured my right ankle (the bad one), my left foot (the one with turf toe), and that somehow radiated up to my knee. So after some icing, now I've put on an ankle and a knee brace. Charlie is trying to help me with snuggles.
Life is tough when your ankle are made of hopes and dreams. I was just carrying a boxed up floor lamp to my car and went down on my way out the door. Had to sit there like Peter Griffin.