Actually, it's not like I'm in Botswana, or anything. But still, this is a really wonderful place, and the weather reminds me of home with the rain and the fog, and the sea. After being in the arid and mountainy bit for so long, to have moisture in the gray air, and a big bastard of a Pacific under a large amount of dampening mist, it's pretty relieving.

And it's Christmas, soon. Right. And then I'll be all the way over there, with you, you and hopefully you. Man. This America business is somewhat exhausting, and my parents think I'm dead because I haven't actually called them yet.

Right. I believe there is Russian food in the offing. Mmm, geography.