At the End of the Day

I've been a little off my game all day--head, neck, shoulder thing. I think I just worked too hard yesterday. I can't get used to the idea of too much; it doesnt seem to me that Im doing much of anything--a few weeds, a little raking--hardly anything that warrants any attention. I don't know what it's gonna take to learn that I'm no longer 50, or even 70. I look at a pile of yard debris and grab a bucket and a rake when I guess I should just point at it and ask someone else to do it. But who is that person? and what would I do instead?