I’m off to a women’s retreat this weekend with my dearest sisters in Christ and then Monday morning Renate (my assistant) and I are flying to New York for my annual round of planning meetings for the coming year.  A little birdie told me there just might be a couple of surprises in store for me while I’m there, this being my birthday month. With the fabulous food in the Big Apple, chances are any festivities will probably involve to-die-for meals.  That means a repeat of what happened in San Francisco.  I’m destined to return with the thighs that ate New York.  I’m sure there’ll be lots to tell once I return on the 13th.