I'm back. I'm not all giddy and outrageous with it but my energy is returning. If it's OK with you all, I'll just mosey along the path at my own pace. For those of you who are mothers I'll be walking that walk down the hospital corridor that women employ who have recently given birth - triumphant but restrained. Our funny little gowns in their winsome colours of mint puke and sad ass banana, our hair strangely matted on one side, our hands clutching the maple railing while our feet, and indeed our legs, have suddenly become those of an elderly aunt's - all slow and tentative and pathetic. But we are moving. Like glaciers. Like bills for social justice in the House of Commons. Like cheques for a job we did last fall. Moving. Slow. But. Sure.
Thanks all of you for your tremendously kind words. I want you to know that every word was manna to my heart.