I miss my dogs. They gave me no choice but to suit up and get walking even if it was -20 outside and we had to abbreviate the walks a bit. Three times a day plus brief outies in the back yard, rain, shine, snow, sleet, tempests… the Dogs must be Walked.
Still have a yard and chickens to keep up so there is always something to do.
Cover/uncover the plants on really cold nights
cut down the banana plants that froze this week
mow/pick up leaves
prep the garden for next year
clear the chicken coop of all the “black gold” (compost)
Pick up limbs, cut wood for fire pit
put out mulch/pine straw for plants
etc. etc. etc.
Gym. Lovely, wonderful gym. Where it is never too hot or too cold. Getting there is an issue occasionally, but I really love my gym and all the folks there. Signed - a once professional sofa slug, who discovered at the ripe old age of (XXXXX) that I actually like working out. (Plus walking the dog, but he’s a small fluffball who doesn’t like “weather,” so he’s like “let’s get this done, okay? Like now?”)