Understanding points of view.
I don't think I quite realized just how big and empty this place was until recently. My duties have fallen into a brief lull, and in many ways I am grateful for that.
However, the emptiness is pressing, and I find myself reflecting on things I could have done, should have done, or things I'd have been better to let alone. I don't retract my feelings; for those one should never apologize for. However, against what should have been my better judgement, I let them have a hand over what I did, and for that I do feel regret.
To be blunt and honest; I miss my family. And in error, I drove away what little I had left of it. And while I could go on and explain why at the time I took such actions as I did, it would likely be a futile endeavor. It doesn't matter to me anymore.
This place has become entirely too drafty. I think perhaps it is time for the fireplaces to be lit on a regular basis.