The best part about retirement is never having to leave home unless you want to be someplace else, except maybe for funerals, doctor visits, and dental appointments.
I went to bed, woke up, went back to bed, woke up again, went back to bed again, and woke up again, in the endless cycle of retirement being. I better stay up because I go to the pool in about an hour.
Outside it is thawing after yesterday’s sleet, snow and ice. I see Mr ☀️ trying to shine, a good thing, right now. We’ve had some really lame snowfalls, nothing over three inches. I want one of those one foot plus storms, where you think that maybe you should have that freeze-dried survival food on hand.
No matter.Another four weeks til Spring. Maybe we will have baseball for a full season this year. I might even watch it.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
yes indeed retired life can be very good. Sun is out here seems warm temp19 but feels like 9. i need to find a club to do a regular exercise. walking 2 or 1.5 miles on treadmill isn’t doing anything for my covid weight.
Enjoy the pool
I did enjoy the pool. When I walk, my pace is fairly brisk, but walking doesn’t tone the body as well as swimming does.
I’m trying to get motivated to get off my bottom and exercise a bit on a regular basis. All of our gyms are still closed. We’re still on pretty tight lockdown here. They gray days make it hard to get motivated to go outside. It looks colder than it really is, but just the ick factor helps the inertia settle in.
Absolutely. The gyms were open a good six months before I went back. And Northern California presents its own set of challenges to an asthmatic. Hopefully the fire season is over. Walking is the best exercise to start with and if the air quality is OK, then the challenges are minimal. Maybe find a hiking trail for the both of you?
We’ve been safe from the fires here for months now. Thank goodness!!! The combination of the two was just tooo much!!! We have beautiful walking/riding trails behind my house that stretch for miles. Motivation is the problem. Daddy’s been working graveyards for the last 3+ months now, so I’m doing everything on my own. Harder to get moving. His sleep schedule, especially when it’s pitch black by 6, relegates our outside activities to His days off. *sigh* Once I’m hunkered down it’s really hard for me to break back out again. I’ll get there.
Oh yeah. I know the feeling, as if the seat of the chair is surgically attached.