Recovery

I’m still recovering from what was probably the worst illness of my life. I am fairly lucky, since the worst illness only laid me low for 4 days. My stomach is still a little squirmy, but I am already feeling the strength ease back into my body, and I know I am well on the road to recovery.

I have moved out of my apartment now, and into the home of my new lady. We now live on a big, beautiful farm. The commute to work has grown considerably, but I suspect even the job will change soon. Over the past year, I’ve felt as if I have been recovering from my last marriage.

There is still a lot of uncertainty. I think I’m headed in the right direction.