the foot is pedicured

The foot today made a triumphant return to the world of pedicures. It was able to tolerate all elements of pedicurism other than being wrapped in a steaming hot towel, which made it jump and pull away as if boiling oil had been poured all over it like the Apostle John, who himself was plunged into boiling oil.

The foot often thinks of itself as an apostle.

the foot begins physical therapy

After the first day of physical therapy, the foot can sense that its halcyon days of lolling about and being waited on are coming to an end. The foot wants to smoke a clove cigarette, play some Jimi Hendrix really loudly, and pretend not to hear any of the orders to twist to the left or pick up a towel with its toes.