There is a sweet rightness in the air, as though a storm has passed, washing away the grime and pollution. Every leaf and branch pulses with vibrant, scintillating LIFE!!!!! This is not the simple joy of the naif; no, it is the fuller, mature joy of one who has known loss. That lack making every moment of restoration precious. Yes, my friends, who nursed me when I was laid low, prostrate and weakened by my grief and isolation, I am returned to the sweet balm of Droidhood. Rejoice with me, and accept my thanks for your staunch support during those most dismal times.