I'll do this week's writing exercise on Sunday; I'm exhausted and all written out from late assignments that will apparently attract penalties even though I was sure we had been told they wouldn't. Doesn't matter. God will not refuse me entry to heaven for a late assignment, and it's done, finished, finito, one more University semester almost over. There is just one exam to go, and exams are easy, you just write yourself lots of notes and mind maps and junk like that in the week before, then write like a scalded cat chasing a bat out of hell for the few hours you're sitting in one, and promptly forget everything you ever learned for all eternity as soon as you're done.
Also flowers. Presumably I'll move on to taking pictures of something else sometime, but apparently sometime is not today.