Here is what I have seen to be good and fitting: to eat and drink, and to find satisfaction in all the labor one does under the sun during the few days of life that God has given him—for this is his lot.
The last chair is stacked after the church lunch, the urn is drained, and before you've dried your hands your mind might already have moved on to the next rota. Finishing something can feel strangely flat, as though the moment it's done it stops counting.