Kind of quiet lately. It’s been a busy week, mostly with work, but with a few other things as well. It hasn’t helped that I managed to screw up my right foot last weekend, and have been moving in slow-motion ever since.

The visit to the doctor on Tuesday was kind of weird, which makes sense, as my doctor is a bit of a character. He was looking at my foot, pressing it in different spots while gauging my reaction.

“Does this hurt?”

“No…”

“And this?”

“Not really.”

“So I bet this does.”

“Argh!”

At least it’s not a sprain. On the downside, though, I may have to find some shoe retailer willing to let my buy different-sized shoes. I remember that being commonplace when I was a kid, but can’t remember the last time I was at a shoe store that allowed it.

It’s been a big week for holiday parties. My employer of choice had their annual holiday reception earlier this week, and last night Lisa, Mathias and I were off to Eden Prairie for her employer’s party. It was a complete and total study in contrasts: On one end there were thousands—literally thousands—of people feasting on turkey sandwiches, holiday punch and veggies and dip while listening to an Eagan high school band, while on the other end there were 15 people sitting around a nicely appointed living room drinking wine and opening gifts.

Then there was the happy hour on Tuesday, which due to some mistakes behind the bar turned into a four-for-one evening on Premium. (Great drinking before heading out into a snowstorm, I tell you.) We actually resorted to deploying beer to neighboring tables to make sure none was wasted.

Up this weekend: Decorating, holiday card photos, and carrying a Christmas tree up two flights of stairs on a bum foot.