Another day of slog

You know, if I didn't have this journal and a camera to remind me of what day it is, I'd be absolutely lost. Ludicrous, I know, but I am four weeks into this series of translations and I am losing any grasp on sanity and reality I might have once had. 

For some reason, my right ankle feels like it is broken. I suspect it is down to how I have been sitting at my desk. Once this is over, I am away from there for a week... well, I might just check my emails occasionally. Perhaps do a bit of writing. You know, but I'll definitely be at the desk for less than 12 hours a day.