Time to be grateful again.  Easy to forget that, when health is good, the legs are strong, the will is there, fear doesn’t have its sweaty hand on your chest at the end of a quivering, demonically strong arm.  

But I remember it now, remember to be glad, and grateful, and tick off the list in my head as I tap these keys.   Near the top of the list I am grateful at how often I remain mild these days, certainly compared to days past.  

Certainly compared to those days, for sure.