New York is arid as always, and sunny. Shanghai, however, has reached the time of the year when you get mosquito bites instead of hickeys on your neck. I have jetlag despite my already messed up sleeping schedule, and an unpleasant back pain because I was not a skillful sleeper on the airplane. I’m wearing an oversized T-shirt and typing things. There’s something on my mind, or perhaps nothing. Today I had three full meals, something I haven’t done for months. I feel proud, and a bit sleepy. Being home is already reminding me of how much I was bored by it— and how much I miss it.