A year ago this coming Saturday, I was on a train coming home from New York, thus ending my epic European adventure. My laptop and camera were full of photos to edit and post online for all to gaze and and wonder at. And I said I would have them up by the end of the month... summer... year, and finally settled on the anniversary of my return.
I'm fairly certain I won't be making that deadline.
However, I might make the end of June. I've gotten over the worst mental hurdle, which was Paris Museum week, and I've (mostly) gotten over the other major hurdle, which was the huge pile of marking that I'd been assiduously avoiding. I still have a few assignments to finish up, but my final exam is July 17, and I have no excuse after that. My evenings will be fairly free. So the pictures will be done.
I Mean It This Time. I've got that Look on my face.*
In other news, my knee seems to be healing. Not nicely, if I'm honest -- I'm pretty sure that the edges near the top aren't making a perfect join, and other bits are kind of black. It's pretty sore. I had to give up a dance class this past weekend. However, I hope that I'll be getting the stitches out on Wednesday. The road rash on my left thigh has healed; I was having fun picking off the tiny goosebump scabs for a while -- better there than on my knee, right? Since the wound on my left elbow has stopped weeping ("non-adherent" gauze pad, my eyeball), it seems to be reaching the thin, laminate scab stage. I've got flakes of dead skin coming off it now. You're welcome.
Scar ointment is at the ready.
*That Look is the look I occasionally get when I'm determined to get something done. Now. Or at least, after I have another cup of tea...
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