Getting Back
Three weeks ago I was in the E.R. for one of the longest nights in recent memory. Today I had a great swim that helped clear out some of the mental flotsam that’s been building up while spent those three weeks watching too much daytime television and taking many drugs. It’s not just the sore muscles and pounding heart that let me know I’m doing better, but the simple uncluttered focus. Hopefully it’ll last for at least a few minutes.



So the sticker is off your forehead?
Yes. I can find my room on my own now.