 Instead of feeling elated, he felt deflated, empty, lost somehow. At home, he put the box in the garage next to his first toolbox, took a can of lager from the fridge in the kitchen, and sat himself in his favorite armchair, and for the first time in his adult life, wondered what he was going to do with himself. He had no hobbies. The house and garden were as he wanted them to be, and his wife wouldn't be retiring for another five years.