Remembering that if I could be find a way to be joyful paralyzed in a hospital bed back in 2021 with a prolonged post-surgery ileus, a suction tube down my nose into my stomach, an arm full of IVs, steroid-induced diabetes, and a new stage-4 cancer diagnosis, I can damned well figure out a way to be joyful now with most of my mobility back, a decent appetite, no IVs, and my cancer in remission for over four years.

I've had a nasty respiratory infection (cold? RSV?) for a month that's got me down, but it's just that and nothing more, and I'm on the mend.

As the Anglo-Saxon poet wrote over 1,000 years ago, "Þæs overeode; þisses swa mæg" (that passed, and this can too).