guilt, strange beast, but life changing events, in spades, in hearts, and clubs and clovers, strawberry fields, and suddenly, maybe just suddenly, all will work it out in the end, and maybe i've just been really really lucky, how all these things have turned out, how each weekend experience, encapsulated, enclosed, stands on its own, all by itself, because of coincidence, that such things cannot go on forever, that tempting fate by wishing the good luck to continue, and again, directions, paths, arrows, which way to go, every which way but loose, up, and around, loose goose, whoosh whoosh, what to do? what to do? boiling point, simmer down now, deep frying pan, frying pain, plying jane, running and doing and doing and doing it again, but you've just got to wonder, and you've just got to think, and sometimes, you just have to do.