I am pretty proud of myself; I did a very good job of taking care of myself today. Got up, too tired to do any God time (sorry Lord), and went to Walmart. I couldn't find a good cart for Ron, so I left him on a bench.
I desperately needed workboots. My old ones (almost a year old) feel like cinderblocks, lined with razorblades). I didn't have any good regular shoes, either. I've just been wearing the painful workboots everywhere. Bad Heather!
Ron was touching my foot the other day and commented on my calluses. Said I need new shoes, and he'd pay for them (we'll see).
So, I went to Walmart and I started trying on shoes. I found a good pair of Brahma workboots - they have a steel toe, slip resistant, and look just like the "approved footwear" image on the poster…