I have finally gotten old enough that I have a legit excuse. I hurt. all over. I've taken a couple of falls, years apart, and severely damaged both shoulders, broke some ribs last year, and as it turns out, "that ain't over with", and now my back. Much worse, and almost every day. And this is on top of the "systemic" problems I have which leave me with joint pain in general. But I'm lucky to be alive. I'm 20 years older now than either one Gramma or one sister was when they died, and I've just outlived my father in years. Most people in my shape would just sit down and play cards. I hate cards.