We walked to the top of the Butte this morning. Hopefully this will be the last time I’ll have to wear these floppy, ancient tennis shoes. I saw the podiatrist this morning. I didn’t like him; he was rushed and arrogant and curt, like too many doctors seem to be. I tried hard to get more information from him, to consider options, but he assured me that all that is wrong with my foot is a mild bunion and that one shot of cortisone should fix me right up. I expressed my skepticism about using cortisone simply to mask pain and not solve the real problem, but he was sure of his diagnosis and promised I’d be pain free by the morning so I accepted the shot. Perhaps tomorrow I can wear my good tennis shoes and get back to getting fit.

I worked all afternoon and did a good Yoga session in the evening; had another shrimp/avocado salad for dinner. Some more work, then a spot of TV before retiring to bed for some reading.