The Strangest Kind of Life as a Musician

I imagine you need a break. You live a life, you've been living te life on the road. That has got to be the strangest sort of life as a musician. I'm 74 now. I've lost all my muscles. I can't even get out of bed in the morning. Although i do need to get some help carrying my suit cases next throg. But anyhow, really,  it's too much.