I’m also after something to keep me busy
For the first couple of weeks my GF would take me on a drive out each day for coffee and cake. Getting in and out of a car twice was my physical limit and two short journeys and a cake were the limit of my endurance. I can now picture my twilight years. Traffic calming measures became knowns as “nnnnnnnnnnnyuuuuuuuuurgh! ****ing humps!!!”.
In the third week I was pushing cars out of the snow. Week four I was shifting my neighbours wood burning stove which is nearly as tall as I am. Shes a surgeon though so if anything came undone she promised she could lay me out of the dining table and patch me up with a carving knife and shoelaces.
One thing I did find though – after a long lay-off mostly slouched on the sofa – the first bit real work you do you will really, really jigger your back.