Just finished a rather hard-working week (well, we have to man a couple of tables at tomorrow afternoon’s Sale and do a Panto rehearsal on Sunday afternoon). The quack told me that, though I have the constitution of a 21-year old (oh, yes, he did), that I should "slow-down" a little. But there were lots to be done – flyering, postering (no – not posturing!), setting up tables, etcetera – and it was . . . well . . . just to be done.
I paced myself rather well, I thought. Didn’t do too much today (though shifting tables for half-an-hour or so was heavy work), but my back is really stiff now. And I think I need an early early-night.
Old age – if that is what I’m really suffering from – is annoying and irritating. My mind is as sharp as ever it was (IF ever it was). But I can think and ponder and wonder and anything else and my brain doesn’t show signs of exhurtion. My body does, though.
Yes, Doctor Carl, you are right. And I must learn now just what I need to do to "slow down" – it’ll be a learning time.