Today has been a day of actions. I've swapped my wardrobes round, retired a load of old and unwanted clothing, and began to work my way through last year's photo prints from the USA. Every year I create an album of the photos and collected paraphernalia (leaflets, tickets, casino chips etc), and using the little sticky corners, some prittstick and a great deal of patience mount it all up. Usually these folders take a day or so, and in the past have been done within three months of returning home. It's now a year and a bit since the US expedition, and I've still got a box with 700 prints remaining; that's not even including all the ones from Milan, Ireland and Crete that I got done at the same time.

It's a big task, and whereas I used to find some relaxation in it, now it seems tedious. It has to be done however, and it does give me a break from computer tedium (making DVD backups of 340Gb worth of work, music, photos and video).

Being deprived of interesting things to do, I organised a curry for this Thursday with a few friends, spoke to Rosie, emailed Devito, organised to meet with James tomorrow and went for a drink with Will at the Taphouse. Apparently he's off to France for four months, and once again my little travelling mind thinks can I make it out there to visit him. This isn't the first time in two days either. STA Travel notified that it I booked by Monday, I could get return flights to New York for 219 squid. That's right. Part of me says go, part of me says easy on the quick-spends. Well, in reality it's not going to happen. I've got too much to do right now and the real travels will probably commence sometime after Christmas.