Anyway, I'm now re-emerging and it's going well. There are very interesting things happening at work (terrible, yes, but interesting--to quasi-quote Mr. Ollivander the wand-seller) the landscaping in my front yard is done, the purple-cone flowers have bloomed during my time in seclusion, and in general I'm glad to have another go at things.
Some lovely things have happened recently. We had a nice backyard picnic with neighbors we rarely see, and spent a lovely evening outside eating steamed clams and talking. A friend (I must write a thank you note) brought me back 15 year old single malt scotch from a recent trip to Scotland. He doesn't even like Scotch (or so he claims) yet he went to distillery after distillery to find one he thought I would like. very peaty and dark . . . Now that's a good friend!
One day, perhaps, I'll go there. It's fun to dream, and it's nice to have room in my head for something good.