I can almost remember being able to spring off the sofa whenever a call to adventure beckoned. The process now is more gradual: lift myself gingerly into a seated position; weigh the pros and cons of any subsequent movement, which will assuredly not be sudden; warm the requisite muscles, and ready a workable mindset. Basically, marshal a sloppy pile of metaphors to account for my return to this life-slicing space. After a half-year hiatus and in the face of potential global medical, financial, and political crises, I figure I'd best start easing myself back into writing shape, lest I pull something irrecoverable when the Slice of Life Story Challenge's daily routine commences on March 1. This counts, right?