One of the unexpected consequences of renewing my Passport with my US address: The Austrian Military now knows where I live, and sent me a nice little letter stating: Hey there. We know you’re outside the country. If you’d be so kind, send us proof of your legal residence there, plus an affidavit telling us when you plan on coming back.

One week in Austria, visiting my parents.

To others, it’d be an opportunity to see new sights, to enjoy onesself. But to me… well, I guess I’m still enough of a native that I’m not that excited by castles and museums, and am more excited by getting back to the old foods that I used to love as a child. Of course, cheese is horrid for my diet, but for some reason… well, I didn’t gain any weight, I’m still at 199. But when I look at my belly now it’s… WRINKLY! Too much skin for too little volume. Doing some searching I’ve decided that the weight I lost from my waist has been converted into muscle on my legs, mainly due to the three days of skiing I managed to get in. Sadly, after the first day, my dad tore the edge off of a part of his carvers, and his skis were trashed, so I had no real way of skiing until after christmas day.