"The best way out is always through."

For the life of me, I can't remember who said that. Probably Emerson, but maybe Thoreau.

Three weeks after my injury, I am better though not healed. I am in the gym with my trainer two mornings a week for 45 minutes each, working on upper body and core strength. I am seeing a physical therapist at least once a week for my knee, also at that magical 7am time.

I am back in the groove at work, with some hard work on understanding that I have more than one deliverable to juggle if I am to enhance the momentum I have already built up.

I'm looking at three deadlines, all of them involving writing, which is a good thing. I most enjoy reading and writing of all things I do, and neither requires being in large crowds or negotiating disputes.

Best of all, I'm practicing personal risk management. As I feel more like my old self, I am trying to remain cautious and careful rather than become overconfident, especially where the knee is concerned. So, world, look out -- I'm coming through!