You have no idea how great it is to be working again and actually have a purpose for every day (not that being a father isn't a purpose, you know what I mean). I even dressed up tonight for a meeting. Not to get psychoanalytical, but there is something tied to one's esteem and their job, at least for me. I don't absolutely I'm-going-to-die-if-I-don't-get-to-work love my job, but I enjoy it and love the people I work with.

I had something else but it slips my mind for now. Later...