I don't know if this even counts, but I just… I really miss my job. The factory. I mean, I HATED it, right? 6:30 AM every day, same greasy smell, same parts going down the line for 32 years. But now that I'm retired, it's just… nothing. Mondays are Tuesdays are Fridays, it all just bleeds together. I woke up at 6:30 this morning anyway, just out of habit, made coffee, sat there watching the sun come up over the same damn houses, and I just wished I had somewhere to GO. My ma's getting worse back in Limerick, and I feel like such a bollocks not being there, but all I can think about is the line speed. Is that awful? I just laughed at myself, thinking about it. Ha.