After the feet, the rest grows.
Frank and Kathleen have Wilderness Survival class again tomorrow. I hope I can get him to wear his old shoes.
That will be a trick, if you can do it. They often don't associate that using the new stuff when the old is better for the job at hand will make the new stuff look as old as the old stuff.
Or something.
I’m hoping FS feels better tomorrow, because he’s sure not feeling very good right now. He’s trying to keep me from being concerned, but that doesn’t work with the Mom. He may or may not be able to go to church Sunday. He hasn’t told me what they’ve given him for pain, but I probably won’t be informed of that for a few days.