They didn’t burn me. I didn’t burst.

We had a fantastic time. Music, food, different music, more food… I spent a day skiing, we saw bear tracks, we made flour in a water-driven mill. We weeded a patch of spinach.

We’re back, but we’re busy. Next week I’m off to Berlin for a week and three talks (all to roughly the same audience, which means I can’t recycle too much material either). Olga was doing project-work before we even left Greece.

So posting will continue to be sporadic. We’ve got heaps of photos, which I will be posting at some point, but no promises about when (I’ve promised to finish a couple of diss chapters first).

A recent Wondermark seems apropos (click through to embiggen):