Saturday, March 03, 2018

I went to Washington DC and all I got was...

...a sock.  Like Dobby, the house elf.  Well, and the crutches, too.

I tore the ligament in my ankle last Sunday. (Yes, this is my traditional DC injury - see "On reading Rahner in the emergency room").  It's....inconvenient.

In the spirit of Chesterton, who called an inconvenience an adventure wrongly considered, let me reframe.

I got a pair of sock slippers, great for travel! Also useful for freeing any house elves I might encounter.

The boot on my foot is warm and toast in the cold and damp weather with its fuzzy liner.

No matching of socks required in this week's laundry.

I'm convinced, I'm on an adventure.

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