Great Escape: The Aftermath

So apparently jumping fences is not recommended for those with weak ankles. I felt a familiar twinge Sunday night, and it wasn’t gone by Monday morning. So I’m back in the cast, hoping it’s better by the cruise, but marking the irony that the initial injury also happened right before a vacation. I’ll probably pack it anyway, even if I don’t wear it.

Speaking of, it’s finally official: we’re going to Progreso. In Yucatan, but north of Cozumel rather than south (where Costa Maya is). Now I’m thinking of visiting the Dzibilchaltun Mayan Ruins as a shore excursion.

And one dog anecdote: I saw there was something new on the beanbag downstairs. when I put him to bed. That’s normally a concern, as he could chew many things, but not tonight – it was a barely touched onion (he must’ve got it when I put the recycle bin out).