(I think it's pretty cool that not only did we not push each other off a cliff, we're willing to hike together again . . . or maybe Bart just wants a second chance at the cliff thing?)
I have all the maps. Bart and I have the chunk of time carved out in our schedules. I have a modest but comfortable amount saved up for the inevitable pizza stops. I even have a train ticket. Yet the hike has been in jeopardy because of me . . . and I probably want to hike this even more than Bart does.
|Getting food poisoning last year made me feel like this. |
This seems quaint after all the stuff I've had this year.
So, the long process of healing has begun. After 16 days of being confined to bed, I joined the world of the living. I have just a couple of weeks to regain my strength. Today, my humble goal was to actually go to work. I did it, took a five hour nap, and then went for a walk.
It's a start.