Mick,
I've no words either--like many others here. I do have a story I sometimes remember when I'm in need of it.

A fellow is trying to get home. The driving wind and rain has turned the countryside into a quagmire of mud. Every time he is able to achieve one step forward, he falls back three steps. Turning around, he went in the opposite direction-----and eventually he got home.

Love to you all,

Art