We have reservations made for an eight-night stay in Rome at the Palace Hotel, a short walk away from the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps. I am alternately nervous and excited about going to Europe for the first time in my life. This is going to be great!

Bring Out The Gimp. Jen drove me in to work this morning, as my range of motion is still severely limited and turning my head still brings tears to my eyes. (It’s actually much better today—I’m just shamefully soliciting sympathy and cash donations.) I kinda look like Frankenstein, keeping my head squarely on top of my shoulders (the afflicted muscles are between my shoulderblades, the ones that branch out into all the others in my back) and trying not to look down too much. Which makes bathroom breaks interesting, let me tell you.

Meanwhile, downtime on my current project at work means I’ve been switched off to another one, which at first glance is the worst “game” I’ve ever seen. Making something work out of this mess will require either a stroke of genius or a frontal lobotomy, and I know which one of these I can attempt with a cordless drill and some gauze.

Resolution. If I get some time tonight, I’m going to finish cleaning up an HTML divelog I started but never finished last year after returning from Bimini—#153 in the long list of uncompleted web projects. Stay tuned!