Two Week Layover

Leuven. The news from the Leuven orthopedist is mostly good: the left leg does not have a new fracture. There is an old one there, presumably the one the doctor in Tonnerre spotted, but it is almost certainly the remains of a skiing injury from almost thirty years ago. The real problem, is, in fact, a pretty serious case of tendonitis. The doc here recommended as the fastest way to have it heal having the leg in a cast for two weeks; that should do it, and thereafter, I should be ready to begin walking again. So the cast went on and I am now hobbling about with a fairly heavy load of fiberglass wrapped around my lower leg.
Right now the coming two weeks seems like an eternity to me, but the days will pass and perhaps I can get some good reading done. I'll do my best not to get anxious, nervous, or irritable in the days to come and just keep seeing even this as part of the pilgrimage, a twist I didn't expect, certainly, but just as much an "etape" on the Way as everything else I've experienced thus far.
Now, it is out for pizza dinner in Leuven with the few seminarians still floating around this otherwise very empty American College.