Sitting at the table after dinner, I put my right ankle over my left knee and finally discovered a hole the size of a half-dollar in the heel of my sock. Sure enough, there was a matching hole in the other sock.
What the heck.
It wouldn't have mattered except that I'd had a physical therapy session in the morning, where I lay on the table in my stocking feet as the therapist did painful things to my shins and calves. How embarrassing! Cringe.
I wonder what she thought. I won't have a chance to ask her until I see her next week.