My mind is on 1,000. I'm just trying to stay grounded until then. I've had my son this weekend and he's just so young, naive, and oblivious to what's happening. I've been interacting meanwhile in outer space somewhere throughout this weekend. What's funny is that it hasn't been until these past few days I'm having foolish regrets of "why couldn't we have made it work?" as opposed to this. I'm certain that's more the regret of the anxiety I'm facing, now, though.