Everything I do, I do systematically and meticulously. Having set up the rules, I stick to them doggedly. The same holds for all of my activities. My last painting cycle took more than two decades. Every single painting was of the same format. The colors were the same, and so were the composition rules. More than three-hundred paintings thus form a whole. My writing has taken four decades already, and it will continue till my last breath. All the rules are the same throughout the years, as witnessed by so many books with selections from my writings. With close to seventeen-thousand pieces of writing, the very maintenance of the whole requires a great deal of care. My research was of the same kind. Many of my research projects stretched over a decade at least. Keeping all the data in one place for comparative analysis asked for careful oversight from year to year. Not surprisingly, this is how I take care of my health, as well. Systematically and meticulously. Whatever I decide to do, I do following rules. Interestingly, this is the only part of my life that my beloved keeps noticing. “You’re amazingly systematic and meticulous about your health,” she shakes her head in awe every once in a while. “Yup,” I chuckle, “and this is how I am no matter what I do.” She is not interested in everything else, though. She is fascinated only about the way I take care of my health.