I think tomorrow will be five weeks since I hurt my ankle. It was on its way to full recovery, until tonight. Why is pink satin so enticing? I was drowning in Augustine's questions about philosophy and my mind began to wander as my eyes drifted to pink satin ballet slippers across the room. I had to put them on and dance around. Of course it hurt my ankle slightly just putting them on, but my mind was wistful and undaunted. The first few minutes of twirling were wonderful and then it collapsed under the pressure and I fell as my ankle gave in. Oops! Dreams are fun in your head, but I suppose they have consequences in reality. I suppose I will put away my dancing shoes until further notice.