It's funny how after an illness (no matter the duration or severity), it feels like the world has awakened anew, clearer, brighter. Just a few days of respiratory discomfort and in the end I feel refreshed and ready to climb. It's all about the climb, you know. I learned that recently from the Hannah Montana movie. Of course, I always knew that. It just took me many, many years to realize that the climb wasn't necessarily "up the corporate ladder" or in to the next tax bracket but up your own mountain (or hill, if your so inclined). Anyway, maybe its just getting your head back on straight or maybe there is clarity gained from time spent in the fog, either way I am back, I'm mad and I'm not taking... sorry, wrong speech. But I am back on track with working, reading, living, loving, learning, giving and eating three healthy meals a day. Now, where is that mountain...