I didn't forget about him: first it took some time to see him, and then it took some time to photograph him, and then I wanted the right moment, which is tonight, following yet another fest of welcome: the first all-faculty dinner of the year. Which means that the year is now underway. Which means, even more now, that I really am home--even if I did slip and say today, of my $8.50 lunch, "I could never have gotten this for £4.25 at home!" "At home, eh?" my badass compatriot said.
Yeah, busted. Ah well.