Peacefully sorting mail and watching Beowulf, a movie which proves that no good can come from having sex with Angelina Jolie.
It's OK, but I feel a little too much like I'm watching a video game.
I've had a lot of domestic travels lately, nothing wildly exciting, but at least I got a cannoli from Mike's Pastry in Boston. I love that place. I'm starting to plan yet another big trip though, Dublin.