I've been exhausted for some decades, now, and never had a diagnosis, of fibromyalgia, or anything. I suppose it could be 'just' a manifestation of my lifelong bigtime depression, but it sure is a burden. Bah.
I managed to do half an hour or so on the bike, anyway. I'm glad I scraped up the money for it.
Nearly every day, I seem to get nearly knocked off the pavement by some damn fool on a newfangled electric scooter. You can't hear them coming, they don't beep, and usually speed past a few inces away. Hell! The youth of today...