When our alarm clock goes off every workday morning at 6:05, I reach over for Peter and ask him how he is.  His answer is always, “I’m fine.” Or almost always.

Sometimes he has a new ache or two to report, most recently when he felt a bit sore because he had upped the level on his weight-lifting routine after reading that work-outs need to increase in difficulty regularly in order to be really effective.   

But what does “fine” mean? Can an eighty-one year old who takes fourteen pills every morning and has multiple health issues, be fine?

The answer is he can, and that’s “fine” with me.