I spread myself a little too thin this week and I crashed yesterday. I think I need to sleep for one million hours and while I sleep, I want magical elves to do my Christmas shopping and simultaneously heal my knee and ankle. Then I would wake up feeling well-rested and I’d have pretty presents wrapped under my tree and I could go back to yoga class and not worry I was going to rip my Achilles tendon to shreds while stretching.

Ah, life. If only I was in control of it. Any of it. New doctor’s appointment tomorrow to make sure I’m doing everything I can to heal and it’s just taking too long as opposed to the alternative which is I Messed My Tendons Up Way More Than Previously Thought.

Anyway. It’s a rather gloomy Monday ’round these parts but I stumbled on these pictures my father took of me and my sister in October while I was home celebrating her 24th birthday. They are the least flattering pictures of me ever taken but my sister is gorgeous and making me laugh so hard that every time I see them, I start smiling.