Shoes from Satan

Here's a post I typed Wednesday and am now posting:

I have never really enjoyed wearing shoes, preferring sandals or simply a pair of socks. It’s not too uncommon to see my wandering around in the office in my socks with my shoes sitting quietly in the corner of my office.

Every now and again I cannot help but wondering if shoes are really the invention of the devil (and if winter is the result of the Fall); today has been one of those days.

My shoes have been on my feet since seven o’clock this morning, screaming all the while, “Let us out!”
I write this now comfortably lounging on my couch without shoes or socks, with my feet seeming to yell, “We’re free!”