Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot. Hard for me to fathom. A half a year. I’m much better than I was. But wish I could go back a year. Not that I can. The past three months and 12,000 miles has helped. I’m headed north now. Home by late March. I’m ready to be home. Just as soon as things thaw.

Bottom line, I guess I’m betwixt and between. Better but not yet right. Becoming hopeful.