I walked and walked till I could no more. I was on my way back home, before I got lost, got off shore. It felt like forever till I saw A majestic cottage, estranged and afar With aged grace, demanding awe. It was a mighty sight under the shining stars. Hey! Been a long time since I've been here, hasn't it? Well, I sure missed it. The above poem describes my current condition. Been off track for a long time, I think I've finally found a place to stay for a while. It may not be where or how I was before but something's better than nothing. Right? At least, this is somewhere. At least, I'm beginning to find my way back. So against my usual pessimistic attitude, I'm gonna cross my fingers and hope, for once, that I don't stray away again. Wish me luck, please? Waiting, hoping Kearty