A friend from whom I haven't heard in seven (!) years (I had to think about it, but it's true) writes in a surprise e-mail: "Isn't the internet great? I know you miss me
terribly and just cry yourself to sleep every single night saying -- what if?
It's so diffcult for you that you just write, wake up, shower, get dressed and
go to work to try to hide it --- it's all so clear now."