I had to wear shoes for the first time since my minor bike accident the other night and it was… well it just wasn’t a whole lot of fun.

I am impressed and perplexed, both, by (1) what a wuss I am, and (2) how a series of minor scrapes on your foot can pretty much cripple your ability to walk like a normal person for weeks at a time. Granted, I replaced some pretty good-sized chunks of my foot with asphalt, but it’s not like I broke anything, you know?

At any rate, I am lucky to live in SoCal where the weather, and the dress-code pretty much guarantees that I can get away with sandals nearly 100% of the time. ‘Cause that’s how we roll by the beach, y’all.