We are beginning the process of packing up to go home in the morning.
We were planning on leaving Tuesday but my foot has taken a turn for the worse and I think I better get in to the doctor tomorrow. I spent all of Saturday in bed for the most part and then did the same thing today.
Louis Dean made breakfast for lunch this afternoon.
I have slept, read, rested and repeat. Staying off my foot and keeping it iced is what I have been concentrating on.
I am still in my gown as I write at 8:30 this evening.
Sherry and Dean brought dinner down this evening!
Delicious pulled pork sandwiches with all the trimmings.
I'm glad Louis Dean was able to spend Father's Day with his son.
My foot was looking so much better Thursday with just a small amount of purple.
Now it feels like a giant blister. I'm not running a fever so I am relieved about that.
As much as I love being down here in our little camper in the country, I am now really anxious to return home.
