Taking today off, I am.  Except for whatever I get done in the house.  I managed to get outside on Friday and put the finishing touches on the greenhouse, which consisted of bracing up the sides and roof, spreading the mulch on the ground and tucking some rolled-up chicken wire between the cage and the chicken's house.  It was very hard for me to do, and I groaned with every effort, moving slowly.  I didn't work outside yesterday, either.  It's been threatening snow, and we just have a dusting this morning, but the temps are down there.  I built a nice fire in the wood stove last night, which makes life worth living. 

I am concentrating on doing some Christmas shopping, putting my thinking cap on to see what I might be able to afford to spend.  Or actually, what I am willing to pay for on my credit cards.  I usually get done paying for Christmas presents by April 30.  I want to say this is a foolish thing, but that's not the point.  It's just the extra effort that is required to participate in our culture. 

Although I have a lot more work to do outdoors, my thoughts are naturally turning to staying in.  But on nice days, I'll be out there again, trying to get things done.