Well, I'm back. A little too back if you ask me; the wanderlust is running strong beneath. Time to start planning the next chunk.

Last night's soccer game was a hoot, given that we were playing it in the physical equivalent of hot soup. There's sweat and then there's sweat, and last night was the latter. The other team was playing on no subs, so they had it worse. The Red Queen was in play so Stacey subbed for goal, the Ringers have made solid inroads with the Wallers, and if it weren't such a topsy-turvy disadvantage to start with I'd have called it the Best Game Ever. Chris and I came home and ate mightily of salty food products to cope with the desalinization effects, and watched Trainspotting; I couldn't help wondering "where's my bag of money, and when do I get to run out the door?"

My sister moved out of the 'rents place this weekend, and to avoid any after-the-fact ground support my folks are off to Ireland today for a week. Plans to go south for Christmas are also moving solidly ahead... anyone got recommendations re: DR vs. Jamaica? Or anywhere else? My Dominica plans went the way of all things, when all things have no infrastructure. But I'm still after a place where I can do things other than lie senseless on a beach, or tour interesting old streets. I want to climb something tall, jump off something taller, swim under something creepy and drink rum till dawn. Takers?

TIFF passes go on sale in 9 minutes... the closing gate of the 8-week sprint I'm about to start.