Ye olde stomping grounds

So I was going to do a post about being back in Geneva for a couple of weeks, addressing the question of whether or not I'm getting any 'warm fuzzies' for my old stomping grounds.

Sure am not.

Geneva is still boring. So boring that I can't even write a post about it that isn't equally boring. Less than two weeks in Geneva, and we've already made sure to escape it for the weekend. We've even made a pact that if our jobs ever get moved back here, we'll live somewhere else and bloody commute.

I once told my agent that what got me started writing was being Jobless in Geneva. He was pretty sure I could make a book out of that, what with the great title. But you know what? The book would be boring too.