Oh now, two years later I'm back almost to normal. I started work by traveling to Ghana, scared to death about whether I could really work full days and go full pace. I spent six days in the field in Ghana, which damned near killed me. Then we went to Latin America for two weeks, came home from that feeling not good because I got a sinus infection. How old do you have to get before you're ready to say you've traveled enough? I'm greedy. I'm greedy for the work. I think that's part of the price you pay of taking 15 years off in the middle to have kids and not do anything. And its only when my kids were finally in high school that I could finally say well I can go off and do what I really want to do. It's the truth of the matter, I'm greedy.