It's all different, but the same

Crash landing, and I'm back. Three weeks in Greece and then a fortnight in the UK feeling utterly shell shocked and everything is as if it had never been. Except it has, I know what I know - a bit like Donald Rumsfeld and his known knowns and known unknowns etc - and now I'm wondering if it is entirely wise to carry on in one vein or just throw everything up in the air and try something utterly different. Who knows? I've had a little drinky and I'm feeling pretty philosophical, but does any of that make any difference. Probably not, but then again, maybe everything. Anyway, I'm yawning and the dog needs to go out. I'll ponder it while walking.