my last night in sicily. and after this, i'm going back to new york, crawling under my bed and adopting the fetal position for, like, six weeks. vegetables? i may look normal. okay, i don't exactly, but i'm not barking uncontrollably or running around shrieking with my pants wrapped around my head, which is what my instincts are telling me i should be doing. to me, one of life's great joys is cheese. no, i'm eating cheese, which makes me happy, always. and drinking wine. good wine. and a hell of a lot of it. and i'll just make it over the hump with any luck at all.