So... now I've thrown myself down a mountain on a huge inner-tube a couple of times, been published, pimped, and petrified, realised I'm back to being poor (it's not so bad this time around), reclaimed my habit of taking random walks, got myself over to the Musée d'art contemporain de Montréal, and wound up talking to a number of people in Canadian environmental governance. Also, I've discovered the best trashy pizza parlour just around the corner from my house.

Unfortunately, I've failed to get my sleep pattern sensible, and (at least so far) the henna won't take in my hair. There is clearly still important work to be done.