When your thoughts slip from their chains, you can come to me

This is how it's going to end, isn't it? This thing that has had a hold of me for the past year, now that its relentless grip on my mind is weakening, is throwing its last punches in the form of physical affliction, namely a nasty cold. Which I can easily handle with a bottle of Nyquil and a day spent catatonic on the couch, stifling sobs through Anne of Green Gables.

It makes we want to laugh. So I will! Why not! Ha ha! Ha! Ha!

That said, I'm still not fully back to normal. But I've taken the first steps in that direction, and that's the all it takes, really.

And already in these first steps, I've gained some perspective, for once in my life. At the least, I'm out of my head.