I broke a blade last night! I was straightening it and I snapped it in my hands. I like to keep five in stock and this one takes me down to four, so I guess I’ll be putting together a shopping list for Cleveland. I don’t know if other people do this, but I nearly always use my least-favorite blade the most often so that it will break first… I guess with the long-term goal of having a complete set of perfect blades. I wish I were better at picking them out; I don’t feel like I shop for them often enough to be really confident about which are the good ones before they’re cut, canted, and mounted on a grip. One only hopes this is a skill that can be acquired over years of practice.
My ankle still aches, and I feel like a whiner because I keep mentioning it, but it has really been at the front of my mind and the worry is at least as bad as the pain. I will limit myself to saying that I am looking forward to seeing my podiatrist Monday and I really hope that I can start physical therapy as soon as possible after that. And that last night, I felt a little more stable; I’m pretty sure I’m going to be okay eventually.