If we had a fireplace I'd be in front of it with my stack of unread woodworking magazines but they'll have to wait for another day. I do miss my shop time and hope to get back out there shortly.
The wife is taking a trip with one of her gal-pals to a formal dinner some 70 miles away so I was doing the oil and other fluids check and she needed new wipers. Now checking the oil shouldn't be difficult but trying to put the dipstick into a 1/4 inch diameter pipe is somewhat challenging but with patience and a process that involves 2 hands and making a mess of my hands any 3 year old would love, it got done. Of course might as well check mine while I'm at it.
Wipers are a different matter. I've always cursed them when trying to remove them and today was no different. I discovered that a lack of dexterity doesn't noticeably make the removal of the old wipers more difficult. However a lack of strength in your dominant hand does. It becomes a contest of wills and I'll never admit I can't change a wiper blade. Pull, push, find release tab then try pushing the blade out of it's holder while keeping the release depressed. Finally it moves and nice as can be, slides off the mount.
Putting on the new blade isn't at all difficult, maybe because I'm feeling pretty good about my accomplishments. It's funny that I should be so pleased with myself for checking out the wife's car and doing some trivial maintenance but it would have been beyond my reach not all that long ago. One little step forward but it outshines the occasional step backwards.