This morning, the local news reported that a nursing-home patient had gone missing: he told the front desk he was going for a smoke, walked out the front door…and never came back.

Initial reports were carefully vague as to the suspected cause: dementia? foul play? suicide? All seemed equally plausible.

The truth proved less dramatic: the missing fella turned up today, alive & well at a relative’s house in Terre Haute. He just decided it was time to go.

I can sympathize. I’ve had jobs where I said to the cow-orkers, “See you tomorrow,” despite my fervent wish that it would not be so.