I went to the Farmer's Market today, the first time that I've been since last October when Wade and Yvette were here. (Sniff!) Since it was so early (season-wise) and so late (when the market was nearly over for the day) there wasn't much there - potting plants, cut flowers, asparagus, and some odd flavored vinegar. I bought nothing.

After only walking a block from my apartment, I knew my feet were going to be a problem. I wore sandals for the first time today, but made the moronic choice of wearing the ones that have bumps on the sole. Usually the bumps feel nice - they keep the sandal from getting sweaty and sticky. But I always forget that I have to work up to wearing them, I cannot go from wearing shoes with socks for months on end, to suddenly breaking out the advanced sandals. It got to be torture, but I would not let myself go back home and change.

Now, I am afraid to look at the bottom of my feet. They feel like they're on fire, and I'm pretty sure I've got some baby blisters forming.