Broken ankle has basically left me immobile, leg up, and sloth-like for the last nine days, but that ends this evening. 34 days to get myself back into shape, put English on the back burner, and appease the French visa gods.

Broken ankle. Chipped foot. I have no excuse now. Also, thank you Jack, as if the first two albums weren't going to be perfect enough. This is streetPod and I'm in love.

Just in case I need a little reminder of Connecticut.

This Campus France thing could be the death of me. A lime (or six) helped bring in summer a little more.