Yesterday didn't quite turn out the way I had planned.

I had planned to spend yesterday midday taking pics of downtown while my car was getting a tune-up. Somewhere in the morning preparations I had stubbed my toe. My left little toe. (I'm always doing things to my left foot. I broke the big toe once, marched in a parade with a defective boot zipper and blood dripping out of the boot, almost cut it off in a craft class another time...Dee never has invited me to take a craft class with her since that episode, come to think of it.) Anyway, I noticed a twinge when I pulled my boot on, an ouch by the time I hit the Wendy's at Cedar, and a major owwee by the time I was headed north on the Riverwalk.

The good news was that while the trees still had a thin ice coat, asphalt was clear. The bad news was that the Riverwalk turns into a wooden walk near the museum triangle, and it was slippery. The only thing to do was to veer over to Mill Road...which was a hill. Up. By the time I reached the top, I knew I had to change my plans for the day.

So, off we plodded to the Library. I do so love libraries. An Oprah magazine and some gardening books were laying on a table. Perfect. The magazine had an article written by a 40-year-old on the aches and pains of aging. It made me feel less elderly. The gardening books (supplemented by some others I went looking for) were fodder for the Wednesday Wonder.

And eventually Sam called (aren't cell phones grand) and my afternoon was done.