Hi all. It's nice to wake up with the first sign of fall. Rain. Thanks for your kind words and sweet gifts. You don't know how much they mean to me. It's been hard, yes! During the first two weeks, I was absolutely miserable. There was crying, depression, frustration, pain, and more pain. I rarely got off the bed. I even allowed Dash to stay on my bed. But, hey, my rehabilitation is going well. I stay off of my pain medication during the day as long as I can endure these days. The pain was hard to take, but the pain killers were making me sick too. I still have to take them before going to bed. My appetite is gradually coming back. And I am finally walking like a healthy person. Well, almost. I can't run or fast walk because it still hurts a little. Going into the third week after I disappeared, I started to walk around the block to rebuild my muscles. I was so weak that I could hardly walk two blocks. It was the one step forward and two steps back kind of progress. I live one block from a small park on the hill. I mean the hill is way too big for the healthy me. I usually avoid it, but one foggy day, I let Dash lead the way off leash up on the hill. One step at the time. He made sure I was following him by stopping and looking back. And this is the view from the top of the hill. I am feeling good today, so I am going to go to the shop with the boy.