I'm fine...

It's taken me a long time to write this little note addressed to the void. I'm not even sure who checks this site. I know of some but the rest ... Well, you will be the faceless friends of the universe. I've been asked a number of times how I have been and it made me think. I'm fine, is the immediate answer. Given a chance to elaborate, well --I find that I'm not sure what makes me fine. Is it the fact that I have not had a nervous breakdown and that things are going well at work? That I've finally started to put away the clutter in the multiple rooms I have occupied at the house? The added skills I've been happy to gain by actually practicing playing my guitar? Or is it the non-nightmare sleep I have been having? Despite all that is good, I really cannot, to my own satisfaction, quantify how FINE I really am. Are my expectations too high? Eh, who knows. The fact is, I have really nothing to complain about except for this ache I have on my hip where I strained it while I was running about 2 months ago. It's been bad enough lately that I've finally decided to go see a doctor. Anyone know a good orthopedic doctor? Fine is fine though relative but that's where I am and I'm sticking with it. Hope all is well...