Not that I would know, yet I wonder.

Stuff... um, strength. I've mentioned how annoying it is to consider exercise, going up and down, or back and forth, or moving some weight or pulling on a rubber band again and again, the same way, to end up in the same place, with nothing accomplished but to reform some cells and increase my appetite.

What's the point?

Maybe something like stuff needing to be done. But what needs to be done? I look around and see endless waste, so much pointless activity, blathering, showing off. Bullying, most of it financial or political or military, between people and societies. And a lot of effort supposedly devoted to stopping it or changing it. Good, but not so inspiring to me. I don't want to build the biggest tower for myself, and I don't want to help build minimal towers for the many who have none, or ride to anyone's rescue.

But, I do want something to change. I want to put things in order. Things rust, crumble, rot, fall apart, get lost, wear out, tear, break down, fail and start to smell funny. Visit a frat house to see an example.

I like to arrange things, I like to clean things, I like to fix things and make them better when I can. So.

I'm tired, my back hurts, my arms get tired, and walking is, well, not quite as enjoyable as sitting, and of course these tendencies will continue and deepen in the years left to me.

Disorder is internal as well as external. I suppose I'd prefer not to hurt and tire so easily, and to feel more up to changing the disorder around me than I am.

What happens then? I can't stop the inevitable.

I suppose if I get out a bit more and maybe ride the old exercise bicycle a bit, I may find more energy to repair it as it needs to be.