One of the more annoying sensations

I've felt recently is my big toe being strangled all day by the hole in my right sock.  This blasted thing managed to grow quickly from a small weak area in the sock to a hole big enough to slide down to the base of my toe--and then its growth stopped, as it relentlessly attacked my toe.

Said sock is now in my hotel-room trash can.

In the morning, all too early, I head home.