I'm still climbing ladders and scaffolds at 69, while the 40-somethings I know are all candy and cartoons the minute they get home from work.
It seems that if one of them doesn't get as much 'relax' time (reruns, spacebook) as spent on the job they should just sleep off the disappointment.
"I'll do it Saturday." (Saturday is either too hot or too cold to go outside, whole year is actually:laughing
Saturday: "Nothing good on. I worked so hard last Tuesday, I need a four hour nap this afternoon. (68^ and Sunny) I'll do that tomorrow."
Sunday: "What a beautiful day lets go out to eat and buy whatever cheap, crappy seasonal decorations are on sale on our way home."
Weekend breakfast is around twelve noon by 1:30 a movie has been chosen for that evening. Bath, joint, cigarette, and a rerun later it's 4:00 and too late to start anything. Never work for self later in the day than at job. "I'll do it next weekend."
I'm still having enough daylight by 9:00 to work outside but as we approach the equinox that'll change noticeably in a mere few weeks.