I was not looking forward to trying to remember, let alone value, all of the stuff I lost. There were books, records, vintage magazines, and various other collectibles that I had never thought of as investments but simply things I liked having, but now that I recall them, and search some of them on the Internet, it appear that I had quite a store of value tied up in them. At least now I won't ave to do a long and tedious list, each item of which will remind me of something I cared about that is gone.
Of course I don't feel like considering this good news, even though it surely is. Good news would be that I suffered a head injury on November 8 and I have been in a coma and this has all been a dream. When I recover I'll go back to my house and my cats will be there, and I will immediately makes plans to move away from that dangerous place before the terrible dream comes true. Such are the fantasies of the devastated mind.