I have finally worked out that I don't have a purpose anymore. I don't work much (4 days so far this year, 16 days in 2016), Few friends and they live 100 miles away, No family, money in the bank (people keep dieing and giving me more), I don't do any of the things I used to, a few chronic pain problems that limit what I can do. 53 and no further function.
I'm not feeling sorry for myself, just resigned to insignificance.