Had a walk and am washing clothes and now I'm going to get out and do some much needed yard trimming. Later I'll be making venison chili and doing some ironing.
Owen asked me last week what I'm going to do when I retire.
The question was beyond my ability to answer.
If I had my choice about how I want to die, I'd keel over in my garden, dead before I hit the ground.
Sadly, we don't get a choice in that matter unless we take things into our own hands and I'm not ready to contemplate that. So I guess I'll just keep doing what I'm doing albeit more slowly every year, and see what happens.
Maybe when I retire I'll get a job shucking oysters.