Finally home from the first cycle. I think I'm bound to get sick (85% likelihood) from all the physical, mental and emotional life stress brought about by almost every single circumstance from this year. I can't wait for November, and for the year to end. I look back to old, good times - and the last ones (the first quarter of the year). I manage by diving back into my past for ideas on what to do to relax and make me feel better... old hobbies, old interests. It's going to be a long October. And my ribs, my skeleton, after four long years... say HELLO.