The Dregs

We are down to the dregs here in Bonn. For the fourth time in a year (the unglamorous part of the world tour). Choosing between a book on reading a dictionary (yes, a book written about reading a dictionary) and a book on boy soldiers. Cheery. Squeezing the last droplets out of this bottle or that one. Eating really weird combinations of stuff in an attempt to use up mustard, brown rice, Nutella, and a packet of red curry paste. Doing Underwear Math. Next week the never-ending Weighing of the Luggage commences. Ugh. I've had enough.