Getting lost in the details of routine presents the danger that we treat time as infinite. To be honest, I forget about this space, because there's just too much going on in "the real world". Maybe this is the drawl they warned us about, the wide eyed dreams of our youth slowly fossilizing into the adult responsibilities of financial solvency and socially acceptable competence. It'll be tricky, they said. It will be hard to do the right thing, they said.
It's easy to pick apart decisions in hindsight, but the challenge is to placate ourselves that we're doing good along a backdrop of social depravity. Do we live today, or for tomorrow? For what purpose? For what purpose, within, and apart from, our own?