If I died tomorrow, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have any regrets. I suppose what I mean, more precisely, is that if I found out tomorrow that I was going to die soon, I wouldn't have regrets. After all, the dead can't experience regret (I think). I might regret things that haven't happened -- future trips, potential future grandchildren, etc. -- but I wouldn't regret what has happened. It's all been good. (Don't worry; I'm not dying soon, as far as I know. I feel great. But then that is the time to think about such things, right? Before it is too late?)
I had an idea of where I was going with this when I started, but it's been a long day (long week) and I lost my train of thought. That's probably enough for now anyway.
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