So it's back to normality. It's always a little anti-climactical coming back from a trip - particularly a long one. This time, though, I don't really feel that way. Probably, that's due to the excitement of starting a brand new job tomorrow.

Certainly, I've had enough to do since getting back. Catching up with mail and bills, unpacking, shopping for groceries, and picking up my new suit. I finally found some new shoes too! Moreover, I asked the guy who sold me the shoes out for a date, so we'll see where that goes!

I've been knocked-down exhausted ever since getting back, and I'm fairly dreading feeling the same way tomorrow for the first day of my new job. Hopefully it's nothing more than jetlag.

San Francisco remains cold as ever. I doubt today's high will get above 65. Last night, it was down to something like 55 as Brett and I met up for dinner. It was great to see him and catch up. We ended up going to see "Trick", and both swooned over the latino star of the movie. I have to say that I also thought that what's her name from "Beverly Hills 90201" was very good too.

I think the one sense in which I do feel a little bit of an anti-climax is with the web site. I guess I'm not sure where to go next. I know one thing, I can't leave it standing still, or else I'll get bored with it. I did think of continuing the daily journal as a bi-daily foto-journal, now that I've gotten taking and processing the photos down to something of a routine. But, in all honesty, my day-to-day life is pretty humdrum, and I can't see that a photographic record of it would be too exciting. I have some thinking to do here, no doubt.

When I picked up my mail from Jim, one of my neighbors, he updated me on the situation with one of our other neighbors. I was hoping that he'd have moved out by the time I got back, but he hadn't. He's undergoing eviction for not paying his rent, and for various other complications related to illegal substances. There's a constant flow of people, some of them gorgeous, hunky young men who are just getting ready to mess up their lives, at all hours in and out of his apartment, and sometimes they ring our door-bells late at night in mistake. Both Jim and I are worried that something crazy is going to happen before he gets evicted.

And that's about it! Wish me luck on the job tomorrow!