Yes, my expensive, custom-made orthotics do seem to be working. So much so that I hate to take my shoes off!
We only went four laps at the track again yesterday because some guys were coming to pick up the old "flood tractor", and Cliff needed to be here to help load it.
Hopefully we'll do five laps at the park today, if Cliff thinks we have time before we do some necessary errands.
Monica, who will be ten in a few days, was having a bad morning when she arrived today. I warned her that in the next few years she will have moody spells because hormones will start raging. She will cry for no reason and feel angry for no reason, and it's all part of growing up. I also explained to her that her parents work hard and have to spend time commuting to their jobs, and life isn't easy for them, and they will sometimes say the wrong things and hurt her feelings; so she'll have to make allowances for them. I believe the talk soothed her a bit, because she decided to have a cup of hot cocoa that she had earlier declined, followed by a carton of yogurt.