Aged 45, engaged, empty nester, full-time employee, both parents alive and ok.
Same shit every day, and I remember craving this boredom when times were tough few years back. I was going to do so much when things got back to normal - small stuff but with gratitude for being able to do them.
I kind of do those things and this is the new normal and may it last a few more years. Or have I buried myself alive before too long, sometimes I feel like I am old before my time.