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I found my flip flop!

Actually Gus found it. At the pool the next day, Gus found my flip flop lying under a lounge chair in some other section of the pool I had not even ventured into the day before.

How it got there, we do not know. (Did it travel by foot?)

But it’s come home.

Naughty roving flip flop; how I missed you so.

It occurs to me now, looking at these flip flops, that they are even uglier than I'd previously allowed myself to believe. There's something almost clinical about them. Unbending, serious--and simultaneously humiliating. Like my feet are on their way to participate in a very important "clinical feet trial" wearing a pair of (patent pending!) Sanitary Medi-Flops.

Strip down to your underwear and put these on. Gown closes in the front. The nurse will be in shortly.