I am cross

Pretty much can't walk. Sat down working all day, then went out to get a picture and walk the dog and my ankle is agony. Way worse than it was when I actually injured it last year. So now I am cross.

I wanted to write about what a lovely day I had writing some nice SolidJS, and I wanted to take a picture of a cool burned-out caravan I saw (but it had collapsed when I went to it this morning), but I'm grumpy now so I'm going to write about how grumpy I am and how difficult it is to wrap your own ankle and how difficult it is to take a picture of the back of your own legs and then I'm going to go and sulk.

And the best part of being 40 is I can wear Crocs and socks all I want.