My body has done a fantastic job with its repairs. There's just a slight numbness remaining in my core, arms, and legs with an ever slight tingling to my fingertips. I now fully experience the...passions of a dropped ice cube on my big toe now! And that poison ivy—boy howdy! My heart beats more like—well, the drum riff from In the Air Tonight comes into mind rather than some garage cover band of Journey.

As to my stamina—well, gone are those days when I had to sit down after standing for 5 minutes. I can hang out on a ladder for a good while! I suspect I'm still sensitive to postural hypotension otherwise known as That Starry-Eyed Thing That Would Happen in the Great Water Fast of December 2006 When I’d Stand and Pick up a Massive LaserJet Network Printer at the Grand Canyon Railway—you know the one.

My intent is that this will be my last post about all that nonsense. My body has successfully repelled the zombie invasion, the greatest sickness I have ever known. That said, though from an acute perspective (or "a cute" 'cause I was hot in that era of 99-2001), that particular honor goes to THAT Y2K bug, strep throat, back as a Kraft MIS intern. It swung over and shut down my hearing which I hear is bad, but I couldn't hear. I just knew I couldn't do tech support if I couldn't listen to my users.

Now from this point, as the year progresses, the more convinced I am it is a 2020 play:

• Focus on personal growth. Be ravenous for more.
• Ignore the world as it burns in an election year.
• Catch up with folks at its end, Armistice Station.
• Open up the secret envelope!