Do you miss the daily commute? I thought not, the hours snarled up in pointless traffic amounts to enough cumulative time to learn a second language but somehow never getting round to that, creating another regret and frustration.
Do we regret the temporary (?) passing of the endless meeting, which has now morphed into snappy, timed Zoomed squares? But there are losses to. The gathering round the kettle, a shared knowing look as the bosses have one of their ‘moments’ – the laughs after work. The casual word to a colleague who helps you out when you are bit stuck on a knotty problem, but it’s easily unravelled by just showing you where to look.
