And getting down is exactly what I did. But not in the good way. Over lunch, we played flag-football at work. It was the first time playing without Gabino, and it really felt like something was missing. About half-way through the game, I came down from a catch really hard on my right foot, and I felt pain instantly. Using my quick cat-like reflexes, I may have reduced injury by rolling out of the pain, instead of face-planting.
As the evening went on, my ankle started to swell more and more, causing me discomfort regardless of what I was doing. Mmm advil.
Kelc came over, I cooked up some steaks and we popped open a bottle of wine, watched some of the movie Far From Home.