Not too much going on...

I sprained my ankle about a week and a half ago (the day after Andreas and Cher left) playing squash (or rather, learning to play -it was my first time). Thus, I'm not quite as mobile as I'd like. The ankle isn't totally ruined: I can walk ok now but, I can't run, take stairs two at a time, or go on any treks for a little while (Ahhhh!). My doctor friend, Barry, says it's a six to eight weeker until I'm back to trotting around like old times. I know what some of you are thinking: Dude actually went to see a doctor!?! What's in their water systems over there? The answer is no, I didn't go see a doctor (I haven't changed that much); It just so happened that Barry is the dude I was playing squash with, so he was there when I rolled it.
Anyhow, it's getting better but, of course, not as quickly as I'd like. So, I've been taking it easy for the last few days and should be for a few more weeks. We'll see how long that lasts. The thing is, I have a week off coming up and I wouldn't mind spending a few of those days strolling about the countryside. Not that it wouldn't be good for me to get ahead with some work, get caught up on some sleep, and do a little relaxin by the pool. I just don't know if I can do it. We'll see.

In other news, I realized that I've been hanging on to photos of my new apartment ever since Marianne was here and took them for me (Thanks Honey! I appreciate it!). So I finally got off my rear, and they're now in the gallery.