You would come to expect perspective from a few days out of the city -- back home, where only souvenirs kept me company, but no, I have nothing to sort out. My life is work, that's all there is to me now. A minor car crash as punishment for enoying the latest weather. The "what would've/might've/could've been" is probably the worst frame of mind I could adopt. I felt guilty, by feeling safe, when there was so much left to do / wrap it up, try again. Then they dropped by, reminding me once again that I'm rich, so to speak. Thank you.