Behold the newest addition to my kitchen! Isn't it lovely? This gigantic map was a birthday present from Sean last week and on Saturday we affixed it to the wall. Not, I might add, without playing a neverending round of "Can you find ____ on the map?", a game that will surely serve me well should I ever make it onto Jeopardy. The exact location of the South Sandwich Islands for $10,000, Alex! I'll take it!
There's so much more I want to say---honestly, I have a whole dissertation on "just about" and how I WAS ROBBED!---but I spent much of Sunday prone and whimpering in bed, having been felled by some sort of....well, I don't even know what it is; it's not a cold because my nose isn't stuffy at all, but someone has obviously crept in during the middle of the night and sandpapered my throat to rawness while punching me repeatedly in the head. My neck hurts. My skin hurts. My hair hurts. I hardly ever get sick, so this is no fun at all. Aside from the part where you're a little high on Dayquil at work. That part's kind of fun.