Home again

I'm back home and more than a little jet-lagged: for some reason my regular strategy for kicking myself back onto UK time failed, and my biological clock thinks I'm in Sydney right now.

Things to do when you get home with jet lag: run the washing machine 24x7 until the mountain of dirty underwear goes away, collect the cats from the cat-sitter, stumble to the local grocery for some fresh food, and catch up on your reading.

One of the perks of this job is getting to read next year's SF novels in