Post Twenty-one, in which I return to find...

...Doves, or very elegant pigeons, nesting directly below my window;
...Poland in bloom;
...students who, en masse, decide that they would prefer not to come to class;
...two new kinds of cabbage at the grocery store;
...I no longer know how to make a good soup stock, and embarassingly have to use bouillion cubes;
...my apartment still standing, electricity, water and telephone still functioning.

...that I am oddly and unspeakably glad to be back...home.