This will be first year in 50 without going out to work at all so it will take an effort to get used to.
While I look around at the tiny place I live to see what's afoot (never had to, but worked in another small place 20 miles away) I can see a danger of doing nothing at all.
Don't like churches, the conservative party, home baking competitions - so that's a high percentage of local activities knocked on the head before I start. In the winter, if one lives at the end of 6 miles of single track road over the hills, it's not always tempting to take the car.
Something will turn up - and in the meantime, I keep having long, complicated, and peculiar dreams. Must be the mind's compensation for too much silence I noticed the same thing when I worked in Austria and had to speak Genman all the time