I thought it was a bad eating thing. Diabetes finally takes my feet. I didn’t panic but I was a little concerned that they were literally the size of a toilet roll.
After a 12 hour sleep they are back to normal. Thinking about it , it makes sense. Sitting at my desk for over 24 hours, 4:30pm Sat – 8:30pm Sunday, except for toilet breaks, I suppose the fluids just fall down there and pool. Lesson to be learned. No matter how distracting and interesting and absorbing the jobs, get up and move around. Golly!! Maybe even walk outside.