I guess I'm just… here. My wife, bless her heart, she thinks I'm still doing the work stuff, burning the midnight oil or whatever fancy phrase she uses, but really I'm just in my office, which used to be the guest bedroom before the kids left. And I'm building plastic brick castles. HUGE ones, like, I dunno, like a proper keep, or a whole city even, from those… you know, the little plastic blocks. And it's not even a big deal, I mean, the cows outside my window probably don't care, and neither does anyone else in this town, but sometimes I just wonder, what happened? Why am I here, building these THINGS, when I used to… well. It's just. It's not what I thought.