Wish I had something witty to say. I don't. I've used basically every word I have on all these essays I've got to write this week.
My hand is healing fairly well. I'm still a little worried about the skin between my thumb and index finger (I can't extend both fingers into an "L" shape), but it's probably just still healing. Patience, patience.
It's driving me crazy.
This enormous medieval Scottish poetry essay I got an extension on is also driving me crazy. I'm so tiiired of working.
Spot the Brother?
An ancient winery in Pompeii that's recently been revived and is actually producing grapes that is turned into wine today. (I'm not much of a wine-drinker, but I would love to try some.)
The palaestra next to the amphitheater. (A palaestra's basically like a park.)
...Yeah, that's basically it. There are still a million pictures from Italy. Amalfi coast pics are up next, though. You guys'll like those. I could be the worst photographer in the world and still make a living making postcards out there.
(And it was warm while we were there. And we had dinner on the beach in the sun.)
It snowed earlier this week. On Monday, I think. (I skipped a class. While I was watching it fall through the window I had a moment of, "No. No, I'm not going and no one can make me." =P)
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