I was in the chemist's shop, waiting for a prescription. An oldish woman came in for something or other, said she wasn't in a hurry, because, "well you're not when you're retired, you've got all day."
Then she added, with a frightening absence of logic, "I sometimes wonder how I ever found time to go to work."
I wondered what the connection between these statements could be. Perhaps her own weariness.
Beyond caring, for logic at least.