I'm back, at last.
Connection before now has been sorely limited. The odd night in the labs isn't much when there's three hours of condensed information just waiting for me to shoot it straight into my brain every night. No time to catch up with people.
But, fuckit. Catching up is an enormous job. As was clearing two thousand messages out of my inbox. I could try to do it all tonight, but I'd fail. Everything would fall down. I'm not going to push my brain too hard just yet. I know how mad and bad that can make me. So instead I'm playing slow catch-up, savouring everything all the more -- there's nothing like prolonged downtime for snowing that broadband is as necessary as air to me, and I can breathe at last.
In other news: The flat is really rather cool. Everything's settled in. I also have a new job. I'm aiming not to talk about it much, a lesson I learnt to late with the old one. Suffice it to say that it's better than the one I had, but does mean a commute of an hour each day, and the necessary alteration of timings.
So. I'm back, but don't want to go on an information frenzy. Might as well catch up for a bit then go drinking.