For the first time since I came home from KY, I feel like there's room in my lungs for air. I can sing and actual sounds come out, not just croaks and wheezes. I celebrate by heading to the gym to jump around to loud music (after wrestling round bales all afternoon, who needs to actually work out?!)

I recognize the hair before I can place the face-- Becca, the silk artist from Friday. Ha, small town. We laugh and catch up, then I hit the sauna.