Feel a little strange today. Sad and with an odd sense of guilt about something I can't place. I'm restless but can't bring myself to do anything. I did however shave/hack off the three weeks worth of beard growth I had recently accrued trekking through jungles and whatnot. I was initially reluctant to shave as I had somehow convinced myself that my face had tanned around the stubble and that I would find myself sporting some crazy spectral flesh beard. This turned out not to be the case. I did though notice the appearance of several grey hairs in my sideburns, which I have never been aware of before. I'm actually quite pleased about them - rather distinguished I feel.

To the readers of Guardian Unlimited and Killing Time who found themselves linking to Moichido to read a 'tale of good luck' thanks for stopping by, all 6,000 or so of you. To those who left comments and emails thanks also. I respect your collective beliefs but have to admit I find it difficult to believe that 'God' had a special plan for me and my friends, whilst neglecting to plan anything nice for several thousand other, possibly more moral, people. This in no way undermines how thankful I am to still be around to be sceptical - I'm just unsure of who or what to thank specifically.

From tomorrow, no more (or at least less) allusions to the disaster. There's a whole new year ahead and I hope it's a good one for everybody.