I've been talking about getting new lifts for my shoes for many moons now. This just cinches it for me. I'll make an appointment tomorrow. I wonder if the orthotic guy will yell at me for being awol for ten years? Laugh at poor gimpy flat-footed shoulda-known-better me, maybe.
I thought I could mind-over-matter my flat feet, which have caused me trouble since I was a kid. Maybe in my next life.
Perhaps, with the new lifts, my knees will align to the point where I can ski painlessly :) (Yeah, like I could ever ski before ;P) And run, and dance and...
Yeah. Tomorrow. Call. It's worth whatever it costs. Even if it means no sexy shoes for awhile.
Thursday is now a "maybe" for the closing. I'm not gonna stress about it. Saving the stress for when I start packing and moving.
Tonight, I'm going to take a cool shower and sleep, and dream of an anatomically-correct Swan Song angel.