I’m getting back to feeling fairly normal. Though I can tell that the cold weather is going to be harder on me the it used to be. Today, I spent a bit of time outside, building a PVC frame to hold the cover up on my fishing boat (the Alaskan). It looks pretty much like a portable hockey goal, without the net. I’ll set it lengthwise in the middle of the boat, and then pull the winter cover up over the boat, with the 5 ft long top of the frame being the highest point in the center of the boat. Thus, (hopefully), snow will slide off, melting snow will run off, rather than puddling and dragging the cover down into the boat (cheaper that paying to have it plastic wrapped).
The other day, having a little extra energy, I pulled all the big bore rifles out of the safe and ran a clean, then oily patch down the bore of each. I must have done a fair job, last time I cleaned them, because I didn’t see any fouling on the patches. Maybe over the winter, I’ll do the other side of the safe, shotguns and small bores. As I cleaned and handled the big bores, 3 of them coming from my Dad, an old saying came to mind, “From my Cold Dead Hands”.