I’m at Hollister in the Mall of America. My GFF is perusing the fine fashions of the San Diego beach set while I blog on the iPhone a few feet away. My right ankle is definitely twisted but not as injured as I feared. I’d call it a light sprain. I won’t be doing any running for at least a week. I’m annoyed, but there’s plenty of other similarly distressing cardio that I can do. Hmmm. I got an unexpected kudo at work today which was nice. I help out a lot of other divisions in my company. Let’s just leave it at that. Ah the GFF is determining her final purchases. More to come.