between the rock and the cold, cold sea

I napped on the bus back from Nafplio. After Mycenae, I remember seeing the back and flanks of the Akrokorinth, and then nothing from the industrial chimneys of Elefsina until Athens itself.

I am tired and have my period and am stressed about travelling home. So instead of doing anything useful after my arrival here in the institute, I've been adding books I'll probably never get to read to an Amazon.fr wishlist. Pourquoi est que Les Lames du Cardinal est indisponible? Even the omnibus seems to be out of print, so I'm disappointed.

...Now I should probably pack things. I suppose that can wait until tomorrow.