A Sigh for Deutschland The Muse can be a cruel mistress.
yesterday I registered with Associated Content to -hopefully- get some of my stuff online and -maybe- even get paid for it. Today, while touring Heather through all my photos, I realized how much I learned in Europe, and how quickly it's all slipping. She got the "uhm, King... whos-his-face... So-and-So's granddad..." and similar commentary as I tried to supply her with as much detail as she had recently supplied me. I wasn't very successful.
So I poured through the travelblog again and reaquanted myself with Regensburg. Now I miss it again, but I treasure it too.
I'm in the zone to tell someone all about it.
Problem is, I'm waking up for work in 7.5 hours.
The writer in me tells me I can always caffinate and consolidate, but the practical side tells me tomorrow's going to be horrific enough that taking the entire 12-pot coffee tower probably wouldn't get me through it.
So we compromised.
You get my brief, heartfelt sigh at the place I lived for half a year.
If you haven't read the travelblog, go do so now. If you have, I imagine you understand.
And just think, there's still a lot I have to tell.

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