hues

The bruise on my ass is healing, I guess. Which really just means that it's making its way through a wide and fascinating variety of color palettes, each day finding new and differently-colored ways to look horrible. I'm almost going to miss it when it's gone, if only because it has made the daily checking out of my ass in the mirror so interesting.

Of course, when it isn't bruised, I don't actually check out my ass in the mirror daily. Weekly generally suffices. Still, it has been nice having the full-length mirror in my new bathroom, so I can observe and track the progress of the bruise.

What's that you say? You missed my original ass-bruise post? Horrors! Poor you! ;)