Where is the Wagon?

I've fallen so far off the wagon, I can barely see the wagon anymore.  Life got really crazy there for a while, and I've been travelling for about two weeks straight.  Too much time in a car.  Too many meals out.  Too little control over what was served to me.  Not nearly enough yoga or walking or sleep.

But, I'm back home now, and I made a Wal-mart run last night to stock up on produce.  I plan to get back into the habit of daily walking and semi-weekly yoga.  (Or is it bi-weekly?  Which one means every two weeks, and which one means twice a week?  That always confuses me.)  And sleep...glorious sleep!  I am so happy to see my own bed and to get back on a normal schedule of sleeping and waking (and not sharing hotel rooms with strangers).

I'm trying to catch up to that wagon.  If you see the driver, tell 'em to look for me.