What can one quilter do on the first day back at work after a weekend of bum ankle elevation?
Sit and cut!
And sort and press and cut some more.
And listen to podcasts.
My big outing was taking the mail I filled on Sunday to the USPS about 3/4 mile up from the inn.
No handicap placard, but I got the next spot over and hobbled my way to the door, handed it over, grabbed the empty tub and hobbled back.
It's amazing how much effort and time that can take when one is used to sprinting to and fro!