I've got a standing date with a neighbor pal: every day she strolls nearby, reporting on the progress of spring in flora and fauna, talking to me on the phone while I walk in my house on my very slow treadmill (which arrived a week before safer-in-place happened). Treadmill walking is easier because it's predictable -- I don't have to scan the path to avoid tripping on uneven ground, won't be tempted to tilt my head back to admire a cardinal (and then pass out). Last time I managed 0.31 mile (0.5 km) in 23 minutes.

I'm continuing my a 30-minute stretch-and-strengthen routine that's mostly body weight, somewhere between pilates and yoga, cooked up by my Miracle Worker PT/OT/Craniosacral therapist.

I'm SO missing my thrice-weekly swim. Miracle Worker suggested separating the swimming activity into legs and arms, while supporting myself on a 65cm exercise ball. It's something, but it's not swimming.