I'm back in NY and this subtropical winter in the company of Bond (wish there was a homeopathic cure for jet lag). His fuzzy being makes my homesickness-induced depression a little less unbearable. On Wednesday classes start. Until then I'll spend the days hunting down the missing pieces of my yoga gear, reading Sputnik Sweetheart by Hanuki Murakami, and sipping cold tea at the Union Square dog park. (This surprisingly enduring DKNY watch has become part of my wrist. How it remains functional after two years of mostly neglect and capricious but passionate use I'm gleefully bemused.)
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