So, suddenly it’s October. Just three minutes ago I was posting from an Internet Café in Nice and now here I am, sleepless (again!) on my couch, and it’s friggin’ October. Sigh.

The honeymoon was lovely and there are (literally) over 1,600 photographs awaiting sorting and categorizing and titling and descripterizing and posting. I know my Rebel shoots large files (especially in RAW+JPG mode), but there’s still something to be said about capturing 20gb worth of photos in two weeks. Something like “Holy crap! Sorting these is going to take forever!”. I will, one day, finish them. I promise.

Since The Girl (Mrs. Girl?) and I absolutely HATE having any downtime in which we might, say, relax and and do nothing, we picked up the wibble shopping almost immediately upon our return. There are a lot of wibbles in this town (a shit tonne, as the mrs. might say — or is that ton? It’s so hard to say now that they’re at parity). We have seen but a few of the wibbles on offer, but I can say that we are roundly unimpressed. Advice to wibble vendors and their agents: we don’t want to see your dirty laundry, full recycling bins, or very friendly and personable selves. Get the hell out of your wibble and take your damn trash with you and we’ll let you know when we’re done criticizing it and then not buying it. Thank you.

In other news which I am not fully at liberty to reveal, but which relates in many ways to this here blog, an exciting development has occurred in my Fabulous Writing Career. You’ll all just have to sit tight and wait a bit to hear what it is (and let’s all cross our fingers and collectively hope that it turns out, despite all of you not knowing what you’re hoping for!). I will certainly share more information as it becomes available. Just keep crossing, m’kay?