The continuing saga...just returned to an office at a place of business that I own but where I have nothing to do...I was on a short ride with my wife - she said she doesn't know what to do for me anymore, and that I have to stop living in the past...I hate, hate, hate, hate, this illness. I was a generally content person at one point in my life. Now, it's all misery, everywhere I look; if I could change my mood to something more severe than in pain, I would, but that picture of the little face exploding tears is just how I feel...thanks for the concern...