Yep, I'm home. I'm pooped, but in that good kind of way. DM, my Sandi spells it with an "i". I'm not at all worried about being myself, it's all I know and all she expects. We're in for some marathon talking and she really needs it right now.

She's a soft little soul and she hasn't seen me this bad yet, it's going to wreck her and I'm trying to steady myself to deal with it when she comes unglued. Poor kid, it really hurts her when she sees how far this MS junk has gone.

It's kind of funny, once I get her over that initial hump, everything always sails right along.