The weather in my region of the world has been balmy today. The reprieve from the harsh, bitter cold we've been having was, of course, welcome. My time at work today was uber productive, and my train ride home was sunny, peaceful, and filled with the sound of Mel Torme's velvet fog voice lulling me down the tracks into the heart of my own freedom, which is waiting for me to own it.

The counseling office I contacted a couple of days ago returned my call this afternoon. My mobil phone vibrated when I was still in the first leg of my hour long journey home; I set up a time for next week on Thursday. A journey of a thousand miles.... once begun is half done...