This morning, it was work to work. The work itself — tai chi, two qi gong forms, another tai chi form, twenty-five push-ups — was easy. Getting there was hard. I seem to be entering another era of wrestling with the Noonday Demon, the mental and emotional concern or curiosity whether any of what I’m doing actually matters. And I know that it matters — in the intellectual body. But sometimes it’s difficult to feel that.