I am back to real life—or what the yogis consider the UNreal life. In less than 24 hours, I have already submitted my e-signature for my e-filed taxes, drunk two cups of coffee, eaten spicy food, quarreled with Other. But all last night as I slept, or tried to sleep, the refrain "Jaya Ganesha Jaya Ganesha/ Jaya Ganesha Paahimaam/ Sri Ganesha Sri Ganesha/ Sri Ganesha Rakshamaam" (I have no idea what it means, but it sounds both rousing and sweet, like a yogic version of a Sousa march) wafted through my brain. Leaving yoga camp is like stepping off a boat. It takes a while to get your land legs back.