This morning Jen and I stumbled around the house trying to get ready for work, still stuck in the lazy patterns of vacation established at my sister’s house, where we got used to rising after 9:30, sipping coffee until noon and then venturing out into the freakishly warm upstate New York weather. (Really—60 degrees in January up there is a bit like snow in Jamaica. There are whole regions of Siberia that are warmer in the wintertime.) Five cats who had grown accustomed to having our house to themselves dodged between feet while I attempted to make two cups of coffee out of half a tablespoon of beans. Jen was out the door early to tackle a big project at work, leaving me squinting at the latest BG&E bill while listening to the weatherdork predict a week of sub-freezing nightly temperatures. Oh, and the county decided to re-assess our property—for an extra hundred thousand dollars.

I broke down and bought an iTrip for the iPod before we left (the rental only had a CD player) and I have good news to report. With the exception of changing stations, the unit worked flawlessly. We were even able to transmit Motown to Renie’s stereo receiver during dinner on Friday night.

The macro lens for the G3 works exceptionally well; I may break down later on and buy the fisheye lens for it now that I have the adapter ring, but for the time being this one will capture my attention and hold it.