I can still type. I can still wrangle my way around a computer. I can answer 602’s. Can drive both my car and the golf cart—I can’t back up reliably, but I can drive straight.
I found my way back and forth to work.
I found the library.
I’m going to tackle knitting now. Tell you later how that worked out. (Buttonholes, which I had just refigured out from my total forgetting how to knit from a couple of years ago.)