The significance of waking up with hands that you can't move any of your fingers: Ruh-roe. It's like the distorted image of yourself in glass reflection - you know it's not the way you look but it makes you think. No finger movement says 76 years of life expectancy for men in the USA is too near. Please don't let me become amorphous. I pretend I'm tough and a disease fighter but even a wake up scare made me think of the ride back from the shore in my quad 4. It's about120 miles, a combo of two lane and freeway and about 1/3 of the way home my hi-compression 4 cylinder powerplant started to give out. The Check Engine light came on as the exhaust sound went from purr to clank-clank. I saw smoke emanating from the exhaust pipe - deep doo-doo. But did I stop? Did I pull over and lift the hood and check things out? No I kept going at traffic speed and an hour later pulled into the parking lot of the dealer. Engine was replaced under warranty and that engine powered me to Dreamland without even a pipe fart. These withering hands have no warranty but I'm stretching, lifting, carrying and cleaning with them so don't cry for me, Aveno.