Well, to recap: In 2007, I had major foot reconstruction surgery after it was discovered that my foot was full of deformed bones. I'd been abusing my feet for 42 years before this discovery was made and it might have taken even longer to figure that out except I, well, couldn't walk. So, there was this major surgery and the recovery was long and excruciating and after all was said and done, I still couldn't walk. When I DID walk, the pain was so intense that it stripped every bit of joy right out of my life. I spent six months on the couch, really depressed. Then my podiatrist had this middle of the night ephiphany when it came to him that the source of my pain was actually something different from the cause of my surgery. He built me some custom othotics and my life (and mobility) began again.
Right before we came away for this weekend ski vacation (from which we will have already returned by the time you read this, Mr. Internet Robber-Person. Plus, the only real thing of value we left behind were our pets. If you want one, we suggest you take the black-and-white dog named Scout. He's the one with the crazy eyes who may or not have just peed on your foot.)
I would hate to have missed those faces.