So what is there to say when you don't really have much to say? Exactly.
I could drone on for paragraphs & hours about the good & the bad, which there is more of & why, what's going on, why I'm still taking medication & debating more, why I've developed a new hate/hate relationship with a snow shovel & why I know more about weather patterns than ever, why I'm not sure I'll ever be an athlete again in anything but my dreams but am oddly not concerned about that and why, in God's Plan & Name, I have no idea why the hell I've wound up in Cleveland or where this journey is supposed to take me....but it's going to make me look extremely depressed & melodramatic & overly hormonal (all or part of whch may be true).
So I'll suffice it to say that I'm marginal in my mentality & optimism. There's a spark, but it's struggling. There's many things that are right & many things that aren't...but I'm soldiering on with my head down trying to do my job & survive. There will be more, eventually.
