I don't assume I'm going to be given the luxury of picking my battles, and - though I've been aware of "spoon theory" since I watched it getting invented at Shakesville back in the day - I've never held to it all that strongly, even as I acknowledge I've also never been quite the same since a nasty bout of wild-type covid in early 2020. Now as before, I do what needs doing as best I can, then count the cost. Some day that will surely prove too high, and my forward planning efforts will be put to the test. Till then I'm happy not to borrow trouble.

I've lived in this neighborhood a long time, and there are a couple of old folks' homes a block or so from here. Both have excellent views, on one frontage each, of an extremely historic cemetery, which I have always found a wonderfully piquant example of my adopted hometown's occasionally wire-brush sense of humor. But I bring it up to mention that the old folks don't seem to have much concern for spoons other than to eat with, and they are protesting the present situation regularly and at considerable volume, and every time I pass about my errands I make a point of raising a fist and hollering "hell yeah!" just like most of the people who drive past honk in support.

Will you tell them it's pointless?