The weather has been mostly grey around here the last few weeks which pretty much reflects most of my December.  A few days before Christmas, with the help of a lot of antibiotics, I began digging out from fever and pneumonia in earnest.  The last few days the pain that’s radiated from my chest down my arm has diminished, and I got the only Christmas present I really wanted – to be able to hold a brush or pencil without pain. The results weren’t spectacular, but last night wasn’t about results. It was about having a process again.