We began fall clean-up at the cabin this past weekend. I raked and piled leaves into a wheelbarrow and then pushed it up the hill and to the back of the property where we dump yard waste. I did this about three billion times. I mowed every blade of grass, and ran the mower out of gas for the season. I emptied the mower bag about six billion times, and had to drag all that up the hill too.

It was hours of moving, bending, lifting, sweating, grousing, and pushing.

I felt fine. I felt strong.

I am grateful that even as a stout person I am strong and healthy and able to do these things. My strength is a privilege just as my good health is a privilege. I am trying to not take it for granted.