"I get up whenever I like, except on Wednesdays, when I'm rudely awakened by the dustman"

That, my friends, is a quote from Blur's brilliant song Park life. It is also an accurate description of my life. Well, not the part about getting up when I like, but the part about the dustman. Every wednesday, around 7 am they collect garbage from our block of flats. It involves a garbage press that sounds like it's located just behind our bedroom wall and a lot of clanking and slamming. It is of course impossible not to wake from it. The procedure is repeated around 11 pm, but by then I'm already up and in another part of the flat.
I hate this.
Especially since waking up means facing the fact that every inch of your body is hurting badly, too much to even consider staying in bed.
It is also raining and I need to get to the university.

I'm still very excited about african history before 1800 though. And I started on my reconstruction of a late 14th century woman's dress found in grave 31 Uvdal, Norway, yesterday.

Visby photos!

Photos from Visby medieval week are now up at SKA Uma's web site. They're all nice, but the last directory has some really nice pictures of myralea and the people she lived with.