Why am I here?

Father’s Day. Today I finally called my father. Okay. My brothers and sisters shut up to play with the granddaughter. I am glad that it is being addressed. At work today I spent the whole day wondering why I work here. I don’t have a good answer. Over the last few weeks things have normalised a bit, the mood is not so bad, but good is not like that. From next week my schedule will be rewritten, I don’t know yet if it will be worse or just different; I don’t expect good things. Why am I still working here? Because I don’t know of a better solution at the moment, just a different one. I’m watching a football tournament on the terrace of the Fontaine bar, I’m not particularly interested, I just wanted to get out. Let me say something positive: never a worse life – I say that even if it could be better.