(That subtitle to be sung to the tune of Matthew Wilder's '80's hit, "Break My Stride")

For all who wished me well going into my final days with Ms. Analyst, I just wanted to say: I am in one piece today, so yes, there is life after analysis.

It was quite a final session -- maybe the fastest 45 minutes of my life. I'm kind of washing up on the beach today, but I'll deliver a full report on it, and what's coming after as soon as I'm ready. Hopefully next week.

Last night I had a dream. In it, the Analysand Family suddenly up and moved from NYC to Los Angeles. Instead of our apartment, now there was a California suburban house, a front yard, a car, boxes to unpack, a next-door neighbor with a scruffy beard who had once attended film school - and a sudden realization that I had to tell all of my friends and business partners that I had just moved to the other side of the country.

I felt surprised to be there. Why had I left the only city that I've ever really loved? But I also felt open to, and increasingly excited for, the change.