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It is a dreadful thing to return from vacation and find that the maple creme cookies that you bought are such a hit at the office, and indeed so desperately addictive to you, that you wished you had bought ten boxes instead of three. Maybe that's what I'll ask M to bring us if she makes her foray out to Asia this year.

Half-composed a dreadfully precious and self-indulgent paean to the Pacific Northwest, accompanied by rich jeremiad against current place of residence --- but wisely decided to confine both to handwritten and top secret journal, rather than to publish them here and invite relentless cackling from friends and anonymous readers alike.

But I am, home.