Dear friends,
I would not have thought that little changes in a daily routine would make such a big difference in my energy levels, but apparently it's the little changes which knock one on one's, erm, foundations. On the heels of the magnificent Saturday I spent at Spin-Out at the East 54th Street Recreation Center, I found myself returning to the Rec Center, touring the weight room, the cardio room and the pool, and deciding that the days of paying $150/month for the privilege of working out at a swanky health club across the street from my office were over. I figured that I would save some significant cash by switching to the Rec Center and only spending $75/month on my membership. Imagine the look on my face when I asked the nice lady at the desk if they would just deduct from my bank account every month, and she told me that the $75 was an annual charge, not a monthly one. I almost did the James Brown Celebrity Hot Tub Dance, as performed by Eddie Murphy on Saturday Night Live, right there in the lobby.
The good news is that I am getting a fabulous workout -- with pool privileges! Pool privileges! -- and getting it for about $1,600/year less than I did at Swanky Health Club With No Pool. The bad news is that now that just running across the street to work out is out of the question, I have resumed my early-morning workouts. Again, you would not think that this would be a huge change, but it has played havoc with my energy levels and writing rhythms. (Maybe I should have waited a couple of weeks before radically changing my eating habits, too...)
All this is my way of saying that I have not forgotten my promise to share the story of the Hunza apricots. Considering that it is an anecdote twelve years in the making, you'd better believe I'm going to share it. 
With any luck, I'll share it before I start baking energy bars all weekend long. (Man, I wish I had an energy bar right now. Do you have any energy bars? Do you have any extras?)