Lemons=Lemonade

I have moved  those possessions that I brought with me when I left South Dakota into my "permanent rental".   Sadly, it does not have space for a beer garden; nor, would the neighbors tolerate such riff-raff.  (Who knew HOAs are so particular).  The townhouse has two-levels so I have gotten plenty of exercise moving things up the stairs.  Have settled in with  my blow-up bed and tv tray and a lawn chair on the upstairs deck.  It truly feels like home and I am quite comfortable as a minimalist!  (at least until my furniture arrives in a few weeks).  Last night it occurred to me that I had not locked the front door.  I made my way downstairs without turning on a light and managed to miss the last step and break the big toe on my left foot.   Of course, there is no need to see a doctor....I can tape it myself (when the swelling goes down).  For now, I won't be able to start my daily walking routine--I see that as an opportunity to turn lemons into lemonade!!!