I’ll be 64 in two weeks. There are days when I feel like I’m done. That this is the end. There are other days when I think about starting something new. That I could make a fresh start. Then there’s the reality or at least the pervasive inertia of waking up in the morning. I find myself able to do some things at an acceptable pace. I find other things harder to do. I also find that positioning myself matters more than it used to. Reading off the screen has made it harder to read books. I can’t get into a comfortable position. I want to jump ahead. I want to expand a word to lookup its meaning. I want to reference related materials. I find myself dozing off even when I am not really tired. Part of it is that I am out of practice in reading books. I have gotten so used to the screen life that a paper book is a struggle. I am going to work on changing that starting today. There’s another issue though that will require more effort. I am entirely out of shape, verging on either becoming a blob or turning to stone. Can both happen at the same time? I starting walking a lot more at the beginning of June and have been averaging about 12,000 steps a day. It’s making a difference. Though I have actually gained weight since I started walking more as my appetite is increasing. Each step forward is challenged by a desire to stop everything. I could just walk out the door and never come back or I could lay down and melt into the bed. like cement as it cures.