ennui

my leg is enraged and covered with little whispering mounds that call out, "SCRATCH! now over THERE! ha. we've got you now. no sleep for you tonight."

i know that sounds so terribly attractive. the way i'm dealing with it is to pretend that my leg is actually a foreign object bearing no relation to my body whatsoever. i can abuse it or ignore it as i like.

i spent the last weekend lazing by the pool of this swiss hotel in town where they hold conferences from time to time. it is the only place of its kind around here, and it was quite nice to cool off in a bathing suit without having to wear my clothes into the sea.