I couldn’t figure out how to mention the mp3 player until this back-to-NY edition. It has been her constant companion. We are all in on early morning flights home now (got back at dinner time last night, as you can see.) Just in time for our country’s latest entry in imperialist kidnappings. I am trying. It is trying, I guess, but I am holding on tight to every moment of the last two weeks to keep me on track.