It occurs to me that wallowing in self-loathing, self-pity, and, well, SELF  is rather exactly playing into the hands of the enemy (b/k/a the kilesas).   Having done it to the hilt, I think I could afford to let it go. 

So, a constructive start to the remaining portion of my allotted days.  Having lost a lot of what I thought my life was about, I am now free to do, be, and create anything I please. 

Let's go!

(This entry's title is a loose translation of Lux Nova Umbra Est, a band partially derived from the late, lamented Man is the Bastard.)