First off, I should apologize for writing so much. But I've been carving today's tome since yesterday.
Late last week, part of me was dreading the Monday ahead. It had the
potential to be a tough day.
It was, after all, the second day of yet another month — in
fact, 19 in all since the start of one of the toughest personal challenges I
have ever faced. The second of each month has come as an increasingly bitter
milestone of sorts. Some have been harder than others; some have slipped past with
little fanfare.
