A Time Warp, England and a Wet Dog
UGH. You guys! I’m sorry! Every time I get on the train to Antwerp I think about my poor, dusty blog and how I’ve become “one of those” people who let things get dusty for all to see.
I’m going to make it up to you by posting photos of a wet dog…
…wait. Wet dog is not yet wet. Just dirty.
There we go! Awww…uh…awww? Wet dog is not really as cute as I thought she would be. Actually, wet dog is kinda frightening!
Much better. Turns out, semi-wet dog is the way to go!
Let’s reflect on what we just learned.
There we go! I feel the process illustrated above has adequately “undustied” my blog to the extent that I can tell you…
…I’m going away. To England. For a few days.
I’m super excited, but also bracing myself for the impact of being a passive part of EVERY conversation surrounding me just because I understand it. I’m so used to living in a world where I canot connect lexical meaning to the sounds around me that I know the first few hours of my trip will just be me, staring at the floor, possibly muttering.
Because languages are weird. Not me. The end.