New story starting! This one should be a doozy. Co-Writer and I were talking about it the other night, and ... yeah. I'm looking forward to it.

I'm still having a hard time believing my luggage is back. Yesterday I was thinking through things I had to do, and for whatever reason 'check on my luggage' again was one of them. Then I realised ... wait, no, don't have to, do I? It's here and unpacked, and even the clothes in one of them are washed. The trip is good and over. Well, I still need to give some belated Christmas presents to people, but other than that ...

And it's true, what I was thinking. Now that everything's back and back to normal -- now that I know I'm not missing anything -- I'm actually remembering more about the trip. The amusing stuff, that is. For a goodly amount of time, I could only remember the bad stuff because it was foremost in my mind. But I'm actually rustling up the neat stories from my trip now. Thank God ... I was a bit worried that the bad stuff would overshadow the good forever.

I still have a new-found personal dislike of the French, though.

If you have been, it takes 24 hours.