I've had a half dozen physical therapists tell me over the last two weeks, that I'm in ok shape. But for some reason I'm being pushed around all over the Airport, port to port, plane to plane, seat to seat, in a wheel chair tomorrow. My old body needs the VIP treatment, apparently.

Daniel and Massey will grab me mid-morning at Nashville and bring me down to the house. It should be an interesting process as we navigate through the reality of the bullshit that brought me down, and to celebrate my movement forward.

And my thanks to the nurses that brought my mind back, and reintrodeced me to what is real. And also reminded me how fast a great speedboat is!