My right foot, she is a bitch. I did actually go to the doctor (and then the x-ray place, and then the orthopedist) on Friday, and the final outcome is, no break or fracture, but a severe strain and soft tissue damage. The deep purple bruise on the whole right side of my foot is not getting any better, and it has been almost two weeks since this happened. So I bought myself a pair of men's slippers and borrowed Buddy's crutches (thanks, Buddy!), because I have to go back to work. I think it took me a good half an hour to hobble here. This is the first time I have ever used crutches, and it is not easy to learn. Anyone passing me would have heard me whispering in a three-quarter waltz time, "Crutch, bad foot, good foot" over and over to try to get the rhythm right. My foot is also a bitch because the only sleeping position that doesn't hurt is if the entire foot is dangling over the edge of the bed or a stack of pillows, but only if I am lying on my back. I cannot dangle on my side, which is, of course, my favorite way to sleep. Also, every person I have told about my diagnosis has helpfully responded, "Soft tissue damage! That's worse than a break!" Thanks, everyone.

But enough about my infirmity. Recently Roommate Two ordered an old-school, all manual Canon AE1, and it turned out to be a little too old-school and manual for her. Mike and I took it on loan to test, and I think I am going to buy it. Here are some of the test pictures:

Mike has been shooting manual the entire time, but I am used to my fully automatic, program mode Canon SLR. Strangely enough, while taking these, I remembered to set the shutter speed and the f-stop, but most frequently forgot to focus. You'd think that would be the easiest thing to remember.