Being away from one's home country is almost always humbling. I think a good dose of living abroad could cure a lot of what ails our sweet America. Sometimes too much of a good thing is fatal.

'Cause when you indulge after not having something. It is wondrous!!!

This morning our first delivery of The International Herald Tribune arrived. My coffee tasted so much better. Not that the news was good. But it was news and it was written the way I like to read news. And and and

it was good.

To add to the good feeling, I went to get a manicure and pedicure in the afternoon. On the way to the salon I picked up a copy of The New Yorker, my favorite magazine. I read it while my nails dried.

Why do I feel more human now that my nails are done?