Actually, no. Things are better. Well, more specifically, I’m better; a bit. Based on the number of messages and phone calls I received this afternoon, I thought it only fair to reassure you that you’re not going to find an empty boat anytime soon.

I’m not going to make any jokes about my miserableness this time. I really truly hope I never feel like that ever again. I really appreciated all the messages and calls, especially the ones from people who know what I’m going through. However, there was one message in particular that had an effect. Saying it lifted my mood would be wrong, but it rejuvenated my determination to get to the end as fast as my broken body will take me; battles are there to be won, after all.

The weather forecast has improved, albeit very slightly, which has helped. I’m still facing an exceptionally tough final 400 miles, but I’m going to give it a go. A few days ago, I noticed that I could pick up a few fuzzy radio stations on AM. Then, as my mood plummeted, they disappeared. Somewhat fittingly, they’re now back, although not quite good enough to listen to easily. It’s not often that listening to news about explosions and serious injuries would be welcome, but a small dose of the real world really helped.

I hope to fully rejoin the world of war, death and corruption very soon. It’ll be good to be back!