I was walking home from a dear friend's house today when it hit me.

I felt normal and alive and fine. Now, I've been feeling alive most days of most of my life. And normal is relative, and days when I feel normal are probably in the minority.

Still. I have had surgery twice. I had cancer and now it's gone. My scar is looking MUCH better (and less like a football) than last time.

And the end is (maybe) in sight.

And it was sunny and warm and lovely, and I felt lovely.

I miss teaching.

But today was still a good day.