Ow, my throat.
Apparently the obsessive handwashing failed to protect me from the unkillable little kid germs. About thirty seconds after my last student was picked up, my throat started hurting, until by the time I got home, I was in exquisite agony. Some tea with lemon and honey, and several lozenges later, I'm about ready to crash.
How exciting was that?
(PS: photos are forthcoming...I just need to get my film developed...still. Hopefully this weekend. And hey! This way I get people visiting in the hopes of anticipated content.)
(PPS: I'm not going to remember writing this when I get up tomorrow.)