But only a glimpse. I took a big chance yesterday and spent the day in DC as a volunteer for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. It’s a huge event, and because I lost my wife to that disease just 6 weeks ago, it could have been too much. I actually almost bailed but forced myself to go (about 90 minute drive). The day was crazy busy, surrounded by very high-energy people. I made it through, even had moments when I forgot myself and my grief. But then, when the day was done, I suddenly dreaded returning to my big empty house. But, I was OK, slept well, and when I woke this morning, I actually felt good, really good for the first time in a long time. And I didn’t even feel guilty! But before I got through my coffee and morning paper, I dropped through a hidden trap door and BAM – I was once again in pain, big meltdown. I can’t think what precipitated it, but it hit like a hammer. When I woke feeling so good, I thought I would accomplish a lot today, but now it's back to that now-familiar inertia. Can't seem to get organized or motivated. I don’t know, it’s all still a mystery to me. Thanks for listening. - Joe