Yes folks I'm still alive. Europe hasn't killed me, at least not yet. It's been good, it's been enlightening to be back here. London's terrific but terribly expensive, as London always is. Paris and Warsaw both were a bit grim in some ways, but lovely nonetheless. I'm looking forward to being back in Sydney, looking forward to reliable sunshine, and beaches and optimism. Not that Australia is perfect, far from it. But I feel like I have some kind of a chance there, some kind somehow. No matter what happens.