Friends,
My doctor told me I should relax more. The problem, she assured me, is not that I have high blood pressure or an aggressive cancer or any other particularly worrying health issue — “apart from those expected of someone my age.”
“My age?” I asked.
“You’ll be 80 in June,” she said. “So you should take it easier.”
She doesn’t like it that I work as hard as I do. “You’re writing at least one — what is it called? Substack — every day, I hear. Sometimes two. And putting out videos. And promoting a movie and your new book. And giving talks.”
I copped a plea to it all.
“It’s too much. You need to relax more,” she said.
“I feel okay,” I assured her.
“Have you considered meditation? Long walks? Dancing? Gardening?” she asked.
“I like what I do.”
“You’re spending too much time at your computer,” she said. “It’s bad for your neck and shoulders. Bad for your back. You’ll get arthritis in your hands.”
“I already have arthritis in my hands.”

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