I feel good. Not that I'm out of pain, or that my brain gets all the blood it needs when I stand up, because that hasn't changed any--I feel inspired, in touch with the spiritual, and deeply contemplative. I'm in a special place, where my everyday routine still leaves room for discovery, rather than stifling me. Meditation this evening reminded me how good it feels; I hadn't even noticed that I'd fallen out of practice until tonight. I'm in bed typing, but my back is hurting very bad sitting like this, so I am going to have to get off my laptop, even though I have so much to say. I'm going to try to get some sleep tonight, then tomorrow I want to start a fresh new day. I hope to post more then.