Getting my groove back is still the mission, and it’s one day at a time. Incremental moves getting me closer to that groove I miss so much are important.

One of those moves is to take stock of what’s going right for me, which is why I’m glad I still have hair.

Call me shallow, but I just think it would be tough for me to get the groove back if it all fell out.

Sure, Patrick Stewart, Bruce Willis and a host of others make that look work. Me, not so much. I think I’d look like Uncle Fester on a bad day; and the people who make hair paste would suffer a serious decline in their stock price.

So: I’m not fat, I have most of my marbles, no sign of old man smell and most of my hair is on my head. Not too bad.

On with the groove.