I must admit, on most years, I am an April Fools troublemaker. When I was twelve, for example, I panicked my family by setting all the clocks in our house (watches, alarm clocks, stove, VCR, etc.) ahead three hours while they slept. Just last year, I drew several concerned emails with a post on this very site saying that I was dropping everything and joining the CIA. This year, however, I haven’t the energy. I arrived back in New York late last night, in time to dump the contents of my suitcase on the floor, run a load or two of wash, then repack the thing for tomorrow’s LA departure. For one year, at least, my friends, family and online readers are spared the annual torment.