While I was not in a particular mood to get up at 7:30 when Libby decided it was time for breakfast, and, thus, I did not, I accommodated her by 8:51 so she had no room to complain. (She still did, but I think she was overstepping her boundaries).
I spent the day from 9 AM until 8:27 PM working on my syllabus, with tiny breaks for toting laundry back and forth, and the 30 minutes I spent icing my knee, shin, and ankle after the fall down the steps to the laundry room. I am pretty darn careful these days, but swoosh--the step was slick and apparently, so was my foot.
Note: I am taking poetic license here--I was not wearing these boots at any point during the day, thus, they cannot be held responsible.