This was edited April 2014 from its original first published as part of my September 2004 letter.
On the bright side, I don’t seem to be any worse for wear after my over-indulgence [this was referring to a huge 30th birthday party we held for my wife in conjunction with my uncle’s 50th], which I personally find encouraging. Having battled this odd fatigue illness crap since I turned 30 two years ago I’m always a little leery of letting go too much and causing a relapse. That said, I’ve felt really quite good for some time now and don’t seem to suffer setbacks after partying too much. That’s not to say I’m ready to go on a weeklong bender. Heck, at 32 that’s just not going to happen regardless of my state of health. Such debauchery is best left to the younguns! Still, I’m fairly comfortable in saying that the worst is over and I’m as back to normal as I am likely to get. Hey, maybe we should have a party to celebrate that! I’m feeling a two-note, wooden noisemaker recital of Sergeant Pepper coming on!