Dodging

I’m the only person who saw this nudibranch, and no one was able to identify it from the photo.  I couldn’t find it in any of the reference books, so maybe I discovered a new gastropod!  Or not.  I’m good either way, but if the former, I think nudibranchia hardwired would make a good name.

This is larger than life size: the actual heterobranch was about half this size.

Today is the first day since my return that I’ve felt normal, or at least as normal as I’ll ever cop to feeling.  I’ve accomplished a fair amount: filling out French tax forms; contacting my late agent’s office; resolved a weird problem where I wasn’t getting someone’s email, and it wasn’t getting stuck in the spam filter (because paging through over 2000 spam on a non-searchable file is such good fun!); updating my ebook page to reflect the publication of The Rift and the new editions of Implied Spaces and The Green Leopard Plague, and editing and improving the mass of photos I took while in the Eastern Hemisphere.  

It also occurs to me to be thankful for the number of bullets I dodged while I was away.  Literal bullets in the case of the LAX shooting, which I missed by a day.  Then I missed the worst typhoon ever, and on the day I flew out I missed the two volcanoes that blew in Sumatra and shut down air traffic.  So I was lucky for a change.

Now if only I could get the Tax and Revenue Department off my neck . . .