I've been back in the US for the better part of a week now, but I brought back a head / chest cold from hell so I haven't really felt like making any final comments about my time in Vietnam. I still don't have anything coherent to say, but will get around to it in the next few days, I think, now that I'm feeling better. Lying in bed with a fever gives one lots of time to think odd thoughts, which I've been doing. Actually had an idea for a story and parts of two poems emerge from my febrile meditations, so it wasn't a complete loss of time. And except for the first couple of days, I didn't really feel that bad, though my fever was high enough that my doctor sent me to get tested for H1N1 flu -- initial results negative, official results today, but I'm basically in recovery mode. I did make one resolution of a poetic nature while ill: To honor the repressed "confessional" side of my identity as a poet. Very unfashionable, of course, but I'm too old to follow fashions -- I have also taken to wearing a a very nice navy blue beret I bought in Hanoi.