To risk a buzzkill this year has had it's fill of suck so far. You lose people you love, and sometimes consequently you 'lose' those who are left. Different coping and aftermath etc. You really do see people for who they are. Around March I just withdrew a bit. Went from driving hundreds of miles weekly to not having left the work to home route for a few months now. Work is work and increasingly feels the absolute same, as you age you are always reminded that if something goes wrong physically you are fooked. You push through. There is no pause feature in regards to bills debt etc. It's a very odd feeling. Alright boo flipping hoo, hey the good news is there's still some of this year left. Toughen up buttercup and carry on.