July 4 at the lake. My feet are improving, as long as I wear socks and use lots of vaseline and not too much of the stronger stuff.
The secondary effects of having bad feet, which include bad knees and extra weight gain and general indolence, are starting to subside.
Right now, though, Neil is working hard at raking leaves and I--though feeling guilty--do not wish to join him. I got a big blister on my hand afer an hour's raking yesterday and my feet were starting to react, too.
Swimming is great: I get off my feet and my backside; my legs, knees and arms get some exercise wthout too much strain; and the water is good for my skin. Win, win, win. And even the hike up and down the hill is not as bad as it could have been.