Well, let's just say that today went a lot smoother. My knee is not so bad anymore, it's just itching. It's healing. But it's not so bad that it's uncomfortable. . .after all, I can walk on it (I'm not supposed to, though :p) I've just been thinking about it this way: God meant for me to have a sist in my meniscus, and He meant for it to tear right now. That way, it didn't happen while I was in Europe. I know I must go, because for some reason, I feel that something might happen.
You know how you get excited right before you embark on a great journey? Well, that's how I've felt. It isn't my first time going across the big pond, but it will be my first time on mainland Europe. Two years ago, I traveled to England, Ireland, and Wales, on a luxiourious 2o-day stay. Great memories!
If I don't end up going, there is Fall to look up to. After all, there's New York City, and Phantom of the Opera!
Well, I guess I should finish my post for the day, because. . .my cat is being her usual michevious self. The other day, she walked right across my bad knee, and I flung her into the air.
Until we speak again. Au revoir.
