After spending most of the night awake with my foot in uncalled-for pain and my mind racing about how I’d hurt it worse than I thought and wouldn’t be able to travel by myself and would ruin the trip, I “woke up” (having not really slept) with it feeling much better. I have a slight limp, but Ira says he’ll work around it and it’s “no problemo” (see how his Spanish is improving so much already!). So I’ll survive.