Linn, whine away. Then wine away!

Hooray for Tom's homecoming tomorrow!

Years ago with a broken foot too swollen to cast, I crawled up the steps from my carport into the garage, across the garage floor, and up a few more steps into my kitchen. Then I used a kitchen stool to haul myself upright so I could put the crutches under my arms. I reversed the process after a few days when the swelling had gone down enough for me to leave the house to get the cast.

Whatever works!