Breakfast the One-Hundred-and-Seventy-First

Honey Nut Cornflakes and nectarine.

My legs feel like they are going to drop off. I think I walked about 6 miles today.

On my travels I went to the cobbler and he worked magic on the worn down heels of my shoes.

When I lived in France, a cobbler actually rejected my shoes. They were so far gone that there was nothing to be done. (As I recall, there wasn't enough toe left to stitch onto a sole).

The rate at which I wear through shoes often makes me feel like one of the Twelve Dancing Princesses. Although with significantly fewer natty shoes and much less twinkly toes.