For those of you who think that I only wear rocks:

 This is my Aquitaine Ring. It's a sundial, really, disguised as jewellery. I'd be happy to give you the story behind it, but even happier to note that you can find it right here so I don't have to bother typing it out again.

There may be a new rock or two today, though, if I can't bypass temptation on my way home.

My favourite rock shop holds a gigantic sale twice a year (well, more, really, but twice a year from their home base). The one in the fall is Rocktober, naturally, but the one just before spring is Rocktopia.

It's on now.

I'll drive right past it on the way back to my place.

Gah.

You see, I'm supposed to go with a fellow rock-loving coworker, but through busyness and forgetfulness we've missed the last couple. Together, I mean. I'm not saying that I didn't go alone or anything. Still, should I give it a chance that we get our collective sh selves together this time, or do I stop for a "preview"?

I dunno.





But you probably do by now, don't you? Watch for pointless photos of new rocks soon...