Greetings from NYC!

. . . where I have just returned after seven days of driving from North Carolina to Oregon. It was great fun, my young nieces and older sister are excellent travel companions, and I am exhausted. But I did want to drop in to say hello before I crash.

KFB on the road was much easier than I expected. I made a tomato and cucumber salad that lasted at least half the week, bagged some chopped celery and carrots, and packed a lot of fresh and dried fruit for snacks. In the evenings when we stopped at restaurants, I had some really delicious salads with fish. I've missed my full workouts the past few days, due to road trip events beyond my control. (You know, the usual stuff like spending three hours in Billings, MT while the Mazda dealership put in a new alternator and driving till 2 a.m. because Ironman competitors in Couer d'Alene, ID and Hoopfest attendees in Spokane, WA—only the biggest event of the year, who knew?—had filled the hotels.) Today's workout was a casualty of an adventurous flight experience back to the east coast that began with my alarm at 4:15 a.m. But I think this evening I will put together all the flexibility exercises since Saturday for a power stretching session and pick things up tomorrow morning with Day 46.

This is cute: a couple of mornings after working out in our hotel room, I'd get out of the shower to see my nieces shadow boxing. My five-year-old niece also led me in a number of her freshly imagined stretches.

A few things I learned:

If a warning light comes on in the car, you should probably have it checked out.

Book a hotel ahead of time.

To 5-year-olds, potty humor is the shit.

Bring more snacks than you think you need in case your flight is delayed until the end of time . . . while you're already on the plane.

When in doubt, Dolly Parton.

I just caught up on all Patrick's e-mails from the week, and I look forward to reading all your blogs. Should get this show back up and running regularly in another day or two. . . .