We’re back. Jet lagged. Sunburnt. Frickin’ freezing, Mr. Bigglesworth. (Going from the height of summer to the depths of winter is never as fun as you think it’s going to be.)

Oh yeah, CouchCam’s back too. We hung the sarong up over the window while we were gone so would-be thieves couldn’t peek in and see all our lovely Buffy DVDs waiting to be pilfered. I kinda like it.

More in twelve hours or so when I can think coherently…