Call me, maybe?
Lately I try to spend as much time as I can barefoot with my fractured foot above the level of my heart to speed recovery... and to avoid the cam boot. Truth be told, I have discovered a new love for being barefoot. Mainly this week. It's a gorgeous 70 degrees, and my patio has become my hiding place to sunbathe, read, and sing ridiculous pop songs that get stuck in my head.
So, call me, maybe?