I definitely enjoyed it and I don’t feel bad at all. I got to LIVE. Living to me is just like enjoying yourself, the little things. I don’t think it has to be novel worthy. I don’t need a trip around the world or a life changing experience. I’m to tired for any of that. A slow hike, fruit salad in the backyard while you lay on a blanket and look through junk mail flyers and fall asleep in the shade, do face masks in your robe at noon and paint your toenails all a different color because nobody is going to see them. Loved the fun let’s all bake bread, let’s garden, let’s watch Tiger King. I miss it.