Things have been found. Other things have been found to be lost. Amazing the possessions one acquires. Quite a relief, I find, to let so many go. We've concluded that possessing less enables one to actually know what's there - and where. (Clear plastic boxes are a godsend in this regard.)
Time is precious now. More precious than possessions. Especially precious - given Mr. TheraP's current health concerns - which make him wonder things like: "How many June 16ths are left to me?"
The ultimate question hangs over everything: What really matters?