My sweetheart INSISTS that I post this pic of me on my first day as a common human, with ganache cake and ice cream (two different kinds from Publix). These are the first western clothes I have worn in literally THIRTY YEARS, showing off the bruises from fighting with 100 lbs of luggage in New Orleans at 1 am. (The iron alms bowl in the background, btw, was given to me by a Mon monk back around 1994, and it was old then, allegedly previously owned by venerable Pah Auk Sayadaw himself.)

(I am still very busy this week wrangling the DMV and getting services set up to drop back into civilization, in addition to writing. I hope to have the next Q and A done this week. Internet just activated yesterday.)