Plans?

So much for my plans to hop onto the Master Moves and rotate judiciously.
When the frost got all the plants and the front of my white porch showed up again, the bottom board was a startling spring green. Some kind of fungus had taken it over. I could just picture that leering out of all the snow all winter, so I gave it a mould and mildew treatment and when it had hopefully dried by yesterday, I went out in gale force winds that could stand a paint stick perpendicular in a paint can and I covered the whole cheerful green mess with sparkling white.
I was almost finished when I sort of slipped on a fern root and kinked my back. I was saved by a Manitoba Maple I'd spared from my dreaded pruners. I got out of that danger zone very carefully.
I went out to do the job standing upright. I struggled back in stooped over like a rheumatically challenged 90 year-old.
Bed was pretty much a waste of time last night.
My liver was not happy because of the Master Moves from before and my back and neck were thoroughly ticked from my painting misadventures.
Typing this is painful. I quit.