Bruises Like A Night Sky

The bandages came off my thigh today.  Oh Lord.  In addition to the 5 holes that were cut into it, my whole thigh is a mixture of purple and black bruises.  It's not really a wonder that sleep is so difficult.

On a much lighter note - tomorrow is das Eselfest (the donkey festival).  Hobbling up to it shouldn't be a problem, but the 2 hour tour with the donkeys is an unrealistic hope.  Still, there's the chance to say hallo to the boys and to some donkeys from other groups in the area.

You can't ask for much more from a Sunday morning than that.