... until this morning, when I woke up with a swollen and very stiff ankle. I guess the moving around after the park kept the ankle warm and limber, and when I slept for 7 hours, the ankle stiffened up. Luckily, I have some prescription anti-inflammatories -- basically a super-Aleve -- left over from when I was having back problems. I decided to take one of my precious supply (which I use only when Aleve is just not going to cut it), and hobbled down the stairs to take Wrigs outside, fed him, tossed him back in his crate, then slept for three hours.
And, by the miracle that is modern science, my ankle was absolutely fine when I woke up -- no twinges at all. It's a bit sore now, but the drugs have worn off, and the Aleve I took hasn't quite kicked in yet. But, to be safe, I picked up an ace bandage while I was out running errands today (my other one was so old it didn't even stay on), which always helps with my chronic ankle twisting.
And now, thanks to another hour run in the park with Skates, the K's border collie dog, Wrigley was absolutely tuckered out, and he almost happily went into his crate to sleep. I think I'm going to follow his lead.
... now if only the cat and the dog would work things out. I'm still afraid Wrigley is going to attempt to hunt the cat.