I always mused that the time elapsed between dental checkups (six months) afforded me to take stock of how my life had changed during that time. Rarely there was a major change – ten years ago there was a girlfriend, then a wife, and four years ago a new house.

But this time when I went to the Dentist the biggest change my life had ever seen had happened. My wife, stepdaughter and dog had left me 47 days ago. Whatever the next six months bring, nothing will compare. It kind of makes the whole idea of six month increments absurd.