Well, that was certainly Chekhovian in its own way, I suppose. A friend of mine commented on yesterday's episode that this is like those security blankets we clung to as children, only to wake up one day and discover they're rags with holes in them... and indeed it is. This really isnt so much about memory as the life luggage we sometimes haul around without thinking about the fact that it's getting lighter in strange and unusual ways: those things we once thought so very important are now... well, irrelevant, unnecessary, given up and forgotten. At the same time, like the weights one uses at the gym, we're shaped and molded by them, even if we dont carry them around anymore. Whoa, man, so deep................ OK, it's the first day of Spring. Time to stop looking back and start looking forward. I dont know what the next storyline will be — hell, I never know what the next storyline will be — but we need something with outrageous fun for a change. So be prepared for... well, anything at this point. God knows I am.