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The purse was never found. The gas fire situation is still ongoing.

Fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people's approval and you will be their prisoner.
Do your work, then step back.
The only path to serenity.

Got home from work yesterday at five. Thought I'd crash out for an hour... woke up this morning at eight, must've been tired.