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OK...I admit, somewhere along the line I dropped the ball with the posts. Perhaps it was in Hanoi, snatched by the Vietnamese Annie Hall in a terrifically awful jazz club hidden behind some junk shops and an erstwhile Italian pizzeria (?). Exactly.

Flew back to New York only to promptly get into a taxi accident on the onramp to the Van Wyck Expressway - a bang-up welcome home that left me tired, luggage laden and bewildered highway-side. But.

All worth it, for this moment of sitting at my very own desk getting ready to go to my very own yoga class in my very own April-sunny-chilly city.

Thanks to all of you who saw me through, wrote me notes and otherwise bolstered the confidence of this far-flung girl.