I'm just so tired these days, and I know it's no excuse, but I fell asleep on the bus again tonight. That’s three times this week I've missed my stop, which means I'm walking an extra twenty minutes in the dark, and for what? I spent my whole life working, always had a purpose, but now that I'm retired, all I have is this emptiness, and these aches, and the lingering worry that I didn't make a difference when I had the chance. It's not right to complain, I know, but sometimes I just wonder if anyone ever felt like this before, just… adrift.