By popular request, I am here with an ass update. The ass is NOT BROKEN! Wahoo. This means that basically it's just going to, by a particularly apt phrase, be a pain in the ass for another month or so. This bone bruise thing is really amazing, actually: I hit it right with the edge of the stair, dead-center, and it still isn't a serious enough thing to show up on an x-ray...but it hurts like a mother. The fall was almost two months ago, and it still hurts to push on it.

The nice part is that the doctor says I am excused from snow-shoveling.* Sorry, He-Mouse.

* Not that we HAVE any snow. This brings me to another quandary: shoes.

In Chicago, there are basically three seasons:

November-May 30: Freeeeezing-ass cold winter (big thick tall Sorel boots, of which I have three pairs).
June 1-September 20: Hot hot humid miserable but fun and often drunken summer (flip-flops)
September 21-October 31: Glorious colorful nippy fall (big thick boots more often than you'd think, with intermittent presentable and dressy boots or Fryes)

In Jersey, so far:
July 1 (when we got here)-October 15: Hot hot humid miserable disgusting gross sweaty summer
October 16-now: Waiting for winter to actually get its act together.

This means I don't have any actual shoes, the kind you wear with socks. How did this happen? East Coast people, what's your go-to pre-snow-season shoe?